0 comments/ 20533 views/ 1 favorites Find! By: Prizmatic Despite a complete lack of popular demand, here is the second and last Keno brothers story. Hey, it's my fantasy, and who knows, there've got to be some other nerdgirls out there who've had these thoughts. Anyway, enjoy, and as always, feedback is welcome! * There are those of us who get on Antiques Roadshow, and those of us who don't. I'm a damn good appraiser and a nice-looking girl, but I don't have the screen presence or the fancy reputation to get on TV. But it doesn't bother me, because I'm also a New Yorker who's never really comfortable outside the city. Besides, I have a name inside the business, with those who matter. I'd known Leslie and Leigh for about a year, and liked them both very much. They were always gentlemanly and gracious, and their looks were nothing to complain about either. Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard to tell them apart. Mostly it was physique that gave them away; Leigh was broader through the chest and shoulders, Leslie leaner. I'd have settled for either of them any day, but it was what I call a "sighing situation," as in, "Sigh, nice dream, now back to reality." But lately things had been happening that made me wonder. Nothing blatant, just the brush of a body, the light touch of a hand, the comment made close to the ear. Sometimes I'd let my imagination go with it, only to earn myself an aching, wet cunt. But mostly I told myself it was just teasing flirtation. After all, they were two charming lads. So I let it go on, not encouraging it, but not discouraging it either. Then one late afternoon in the middle of a hot July, I was working on some auction items with them. It was some really upper-crust stuff, and the seller wanted it appraised by people who knew their business. We'd been poking around this place for hours, and I was finally going over my last item when I heard them approach. I turned around and said, "You guys finished already?" "Yeah," Leslie said, "looks like you're about done too." "Yeah, just about." I stood to make a note in my book, then snapped the cover shut. "I guess that ties it up. I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to get some dinner." "That sounds like a great idea," Leigh said. "Why don't the three of us go together?" "Well, I'm not really dressed for it," I said, looking down at my body wearing demin short-shorts, a pink A-shirt, and sandals. Then I had a thought. "Look, why don't we get a cab to my place, I'll change clothes, and then we'll go out?" That was kind of a seductive offer, I thought after I'd said it. But hey, you never know where a simple remark could lead.... > We crowded into the cab, one twin on either side of me. Pshew! How many women would give their eyeteeth to be in my position? There was only one thing to do: enjoy it. So I did, settling back into the vinyl seat and breathing in their pheromones. I wondered if pheromones really worked, because if they did, the twins were drowning in the subconscious scent of receptive pussy. Then I felt a hand on my thigh. A gentle lie of a warm palm, not demanding, just enjoying. I didn't say anything, but I stretched a little in the seat, letting my legs slide uncrossed. On my other thigh, fingers started making soft wavy patterns. Nobody looked at anybody else, but everybody knew what was going on. The fingers moved upward, the hand inward. Okay, make that the obvious scent of receptive pussy. It was my move now. The closest I'd ever come to anything kinky was Version #5 of The World's Most Ghastly Perm, circa 1987. Back then I'd have been appalled if two guys had started feeling me up. But of course I was older, wiser, and hornier now, having recently (if the books were right) reached my sexual peak. And this was the Keno brothers seducing me! So why not? I moved my fingers gradually outward, brushing against their thighs. Now Leigh's palm moved to the smooth skin of my inner thigh, and Leslie's fingers slipped under the leg of my shorts and explored the crease where my leg met my abdomen. Momentarily I wished I'd have worn sexier underwear, but by then Leslie's pinky finger was almost at my pussy lip, and the sudden burst of heat and wetness in my slit made all other thoughts vanish. I moved my right hand up Leslie's thigh, matching his boldness, till the heel of my hand touched the edge of his bulge. I could feel the tension of the fabric of his chinos stretched across it. Then it was Leigh's turn. For him a more discreet approach: I trailed my fingertips down to his knee and then back up again, letting them come to rest just shy of the ridge under his fly. I was rewarded; the brothers both shifted a little in their seats, then resumed their ministrations. They didn't actually touch my pussy, but just as we got ready to exit the cab I glazed my palms over their bulges. We got out of the cab as if nothing had happened--the twins insisted on paying the fare--and on the way to my door they both offered me their arms. I felt like a model in a fashion ad, sashaying up the steps with a fabulous blond at each side and the perfect breeze fanning out my equally perfect hair and oodles of paparazzi stamping on each other's heads to snap my picture.... Reality intervened briefly as we climbed the stairs to my apartment and I let us in. It's a pretty nice place, if small, and I'm a neat freak so there were no worries about how it looked. I put my purse down and asked them if they'd like something to drink. I had half a bottle of some nice white wine in the fridge, and that sounded good to all of us, so I poured three glasses, we drank a few swallows, and then I said, "Well, I guess if I'm going to change clothes, I better do it now." It was kind of an impasse. I couldn't just say, "So ya wanna screw my brains out?" and they couldn't just say, "Can we go in with ya and hump your heinie?" So after a moment I said, "I'm not sure what to wear. Do you think you'd like to help me pick something out?" Maybe it wasn't the sleekest invitation, but it wasn't crude, either. Anyway, it worked; they nodded and we all walked into the bedroom. For a few moments I made the pretense of opening the closet, but it wasn't too long until I felt fingers slide up under the butt of my shorts. The sexiness of it sent a tense thrill shimmering through my body, and then a hand reached through from behind and lingered between my legs. I turned around and faced the twins. If it were one man this would have been when we'd embrace, but how did you hug two people? So I just went toward them and lay a hand on the small of each of their backs. We all leaned in together until our faces were touching--then burst into a flurry of kisses and nuzzles. Surprising how erotic it can be to kiss two other people at once, lips all over lips, lips on cheeks, noses on cheeks. What was really exciting was that the brothers were kissing each other with the same delight as they were kissing me. We ended up in a three-way French kiss, three tongues tantalizing each other, while our hands began to play with the fastenings of each other's clothes. My pussy was already hot and wet, and their cocks were pushed up high against their flies. I backed away a little and caught their hands. "Undress each other," I said, hearing rather than feeling myself say it. They slid each other's clothing off with slow appreciation, taking the time to feel and caress each other's bodies. Their underwear was as utilitarian as mine, their bodies--like mine--attractive, but not without a sprinkling of imperfections. That made me feel a bit more confident, so I joined the game, moving my hands all over them to enjoy their smooth skin with scallops of tight muscle underneath, their soft blond body hair, and finally their cocks. I pulled a hand up each one simultaneously, feeling the texture change from satin at the base to velvet at the tip, the blood pulsing fiercely deep inside. Like the rest of them, their cocks were nearly but not exactly identical; not gigantic but not tiny, just the right length, girth, and curve to please my cunt. My clit tickled at the thought, and I went to unsnap my shorts. Four hands grabbed my hands away and began to ease my clothes off and explore my body with delicious attentiveness. A few kisses followed--on my hipbone, my thigh, my navel, my breasts. I was ready to waver down and collapse like a Slinky from the pleasure, and then Leigh wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled my body up against his, and kissed me on my mouth. A man who knows how to kiss knows how to quench and inflame your thirst at the same time. We drank from each other's lips, silkily at first, then edging toward greed. Leslie's hands ran down both our sides; then his body came up against the back of mine and I felt him push my hair to one side and start kissing the nape of my neck. Being between their warm bodies like that, the texture of their skin enveloping me, brought my blood to the surface all over, leaving me hot and tingly. Their cocks slid between my legs, one gliding along my pussy and pubic bone, one my cunthole and ass cheeks. I could feel them rubbing their cockheads together, and pretty soon all of us were rocking our bodies and drawing hard breaths. "Bed," I said, somewhere between a plea and a moan. We disengaged ourselves and lay back across the bed. Leslie ended up in the middle, so it seemed only natural we should please him first. I kissed him, first at his mouth, then down his throat to his breastbone, running my hands over his smooth belly. He let his eyes slide closed and that was when I put my mouth to one of his nipples. His body stabbed upward, then pooled back onto the bed. I kept kissing and tonguing his nipples while Leigh licked down his abdomen to his cock. I watched out the corner of my eye as Leigh stroked the organ with his tongue, sensually savoring it. Then he took it in his mouth, and Leslie put a hand on each of our heads, pulling in deep breaths and grunting them out. I moved down and joined his brother, running my tongue over the his cock as Leigh sucked, then down to tease his balls. It wasn't too long till his body started to tense, then quiver, and I felt a surge run through his cock and knew he'd come into Leigh's mouth. I'm not fond of the taste of semen, but somehow I felt kind of ripped off that I hadn't had any...till Leigh put his mouth on mine and ejected a spurt for me to swallow. Leslie was still in his own little world of sensation, eyes shut, lips open, catching his breath and then making soft little sounds in time with the last ebbing throbs of pleasure. It was sexy watching him, so I just sat back on my haunches, which was why it took me off guard when he pushed up, caught me, and rolled me over on my back. "Sneak!" I said, and the brothers echoed my laugh as they encircled me, covering me with kisses and caresses. Two mouths dueled over mine, two sets of lips sucked my nipples, two tongues lightly explored my pussy. Two beautiful blond heads at my slit; two slick mouths, one nursing at my clit, the other prowling inside my cunt--I spread my thighs as wide as I could, pushing out toward their faces, and groaned as my orgasm erupted. Sight, hearing, thought, everything ceased but the intense shots of pleasure that ripped through me, leaving me rocking in the bed, squeezing my thighs together to extract every last wave of sweetness. "Oh, Jesus," I said when I could finally speak again. "Come over here," Leigh said, so I scooted over. "What's your heart's desire?" I said teasingly. "Mm," he said, "surprise me." "How could I say no to that?" I said, straddled him, and leaned down to kiss him. We both still had the taste of Leslie's sperm in our mouths. Once again our mouths united into a spark of satisfaction that rapidly became a blaze, as we licked each other's tongues, sucked each other's lips, stroked each other's skin, pressed our bodies together. I couldn't hold back--my pussy was desperate to have a cock inside her. So I grasped Leigh's cock and eased my cunt down on it, moving my hips a few times to get the fit just right. It was scrumptious, long enough to hit that spot that makes me wicked, thick enough to give my pussy the fullness she was craving. "Oh, my god," I murmured as we started moving together. Leslie was touching us both everywhere he could reach, and I could see he was already hard again. I wanted to grab his cock and pump him in rhythm, but fucking Leigh was just too good for me to do anything but keep on letting him fill my cunthole, rubbing my clit against him. Then Leigh started hitting my wicked spot, and my cunt started demanding more. She wanted lots of cock, and she wanted it now. I jumped off Leigh and got down on all fours, sticking my ass high in the air. "Take turns," I said in a husky whisper. "You want to go first?" Leigh asked Leslie. "Mm," Leslie said in a tone of voice that meant he wanted it badly but didn't want to intrude on his brother's pleasure. "Take a piece," Leigh said, and the next thing my hungry pussy felt was Leslie's sweet cock sliding in. God, he was a good fuck, just like his brother. It was so delicious, having an unhurried, steady cock in my cunt followed by another hard dick giving me a burst of solid, firm thrusts. And with two cocks on one pussy, the fucking lasted and lasted, giving me a good steaming workout and the twins some long, hot, satisfying screwing. I knew Leslie would let Leigh come in me, and I could feel them both building up, as my own orgasm was starting to gather force. Leigh got on me, grabbed me by the hips, and worked his dick in deep, giving my pussy long hard strokes that got faster and more forceful, till he plowed in with all his strength and his hot sperm flooded my cunt. Just thinking about his come in me sent me into a stratospheric orgasm that left me shaking and moaning as Leslie got down and licked Leigh's come off my slit. With that, Leslie went to the edge, and pushed his cock into me so his sperm could fill me too. By that time, the slat of sky visible through my window had turned a sandy violet-blue. Three sated bodies spilled onto the bed, one twin on either side of me in a cushiony nest of smooth sheets and bare skin. As we fell asleep I was thinking that a few hours ago the words group sex would have conjured up a vision of some poor, put-upon porn actress with a monster dick stuffed in each hole and an unhappy expression on her face. I would never have imagined it could be sensuous--even romantic. We woke up in the early hours, too tired to do anything but bring Leigh's orgasm tally even with Leslie's and mine. But the next morning--well, that's another story.... Find Me a Sanctuary Miles decided to spend a warm Saturday night at one of his favorite places to visit. One of his best friends managed a local sports bar in the city of Fullerton. As soon as he entered the building, he found a few people watching sports on the lone flat-screen TV. The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim played against the Arizona Diamondbacks, and it appeared to be a tie game at the bottom of the fifth. The bar itself didn't look fancy at all. It didn't have that cosmopolitan ambiance that originated in several places in the city. It remained rather ordinary with a billiards table, an old-fashioned CD jukebox, a poker table, sports memorabilia on the walls, and an HD TV for sports broadcasting. The entire building didn't lack refinement, but it did have a deficiency of blissful ambiance due to the many discontented barflies who visited the place. Miles would consider himself to be one of those barflies, but he didn't drink much. He just felt blue tonight. "Hey, Trevor, give me a cold one." The forty-one-year-old man sat down at the front counter and waited for his friend to hand him one of his favorite liquid refreshments. Trevor, a thirty-eight-year-old Vietnamese man, wore a black silk shirt and black denim jeans. He arrived at the front counter with a bottle of beer that was just recently opened. He handed it to Miles and said, "I'll be counting." Miles already took a long sip of his beer. "Don't worry, man. You know me. This will be my only bottle for tonight." Trevor started wiping the countertop with a piece of white cloth. Speaking fluent English, he asked, "Are you still looking for work?" Miles gave a nod. "I know I won't find one, but I'm still looking just for the hell of it." "You shouldn't really feel so negative about this. There are plenty of companies out there who are looking for guys like you." "Then why haven't they called back for the past two months?" Trevor shrugged his shoulders. "Don't ask me. I'm not an expert. I just hope you wrote the correct phone number on your applications." Miles sighed. "Life feels like hell right now. I think you know how it feels to be forced into wallowing in your own misery." "Thanks for reminding me." Miles immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry about that." "That's all right. I've moved past that stage." "Oh, yeah. Are you still seeing that college guy?" Trevor gave a little smile. "Ever since April." "I never met him. What's he like?" Trevor pointed his finger to one of the booths in the corner. "Why don't you see for yourself?" Miles turned around to see a young man with shoulder-length brown hair sitting at the booth. He wore black shorts and a white t-shirt. He waved his hand at Miles, who in turn tipped his dark blue truckers cap with his finger. The young man looked attractive, though he did seem a bit too young for a man like Trevor. Miles asked the manager, "So what's he doing here, anyway?" "The two of us are going to spend some time together for the rest of the night. We might even stay after closing time...if you get my drift." "You are one lucky son of a bitch." Trevor laughed. "He's a great catch, I tell ya." "Well, I'm happy for you. You deserve some enjoyment in your life. I wish the same could be said about me." "Why don't you look for someone instead of spending more money on a bottle of beer?" Miles gave a hint of sarcasm when he replied, "Oh, I'm sure I'll find a man who is fascinated by an unemployed knucklehead like me." Trevor raised his hands. "All right, do it your way." Before he could take another sip of his beer, Miles noticed something at the corner of his eye. Someone began to play a song on the jukebox near one of the pool tables. Miles recognized it as "Remedy," from The Black Crowes. He admired the hard and bluesy 90's rock sound, and it appeared that someone else had taken a liking to it as well. Miles regained his concentration and asked Trevor, "Do you know anyone who is willing to hire someone who can operate a forklift?" "I can't say that I do." As the two men discussed career options, Miles gave a brief glance at the one who wanted to play music from The Black Crowes. It looked like a woman, but Miles couldn't be too sure. The person standing in front of the jukebox had long and smooth blond hair and wore what looked like a black sleeveless undershirt, accompanied with a pair of blue jeans. When the person started dancing by swinging the hips in a slow manner, a moderately feminine quality in terms of appearance and mannerisms became apparent. Even as he continued to have his discussion with Trevor, Miles looked again to examine the blond individual a little more. The third glimpse gave him a better view. It became an authentic confirmation that the blond person was a man, or rather a very womanly man. The flat chest and manlike face didn't juxtapose well with the rest of his body. The blond man was slim and short, possibly just a few inches shorter than Miles. He appeared young, perhaps in his early 20's or so. Miles could clearly see now that the shirt he wore was a black sleeveless turtleneck top. Ever since he spotted him, Miles couldn't regain his complete concentration of answering Trevor's questions. He continued to gaze at the young man who danced to the upbeat tune of classic rock. Something attracted him to the man who demonstrated his slow harmonious movements. Furthermore, it seemed rather odd, but Miles immediately obtained the uneasy feeling that he had seen the blond man before. "Do you like what you see over there?" Miles turned back to his friend and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Trevor. It's just that...well, I don't know. The guy looks familiar for some reason." Trevor eyed the blond dancer. "The one that looks like a woman? Yeah, he's quite the looker." Miles chuckled. "Yeah, I know. But still, I think I've seen him before. I really can't figure it out yet." "Maybe he just reminds you of someone." Miles shook his head. "No, it's not that. I can almost feel it, though." "I think I know that feeling." "And what's that?" Trevor gave a little smile. "You just want him for yourself." Miles added mild sarcasm in his voice as he replied, "Yeah, sure. I look at him for ten seconds and I already want him to wear a wedding ring that has my initials on it." Trevor started cleaning empty beer mugs with a cloth. "It's not easy to hide your denial, is it?" Miles licked his lips. "No, I guess not. He IS looking good right now. Though, I wouldn't mind if he cut his hair short." His next long sip of beer felt more satisfying while his eyes stayed on the young man. As the main chorus of the song repeated itself, so did his extravagant-looking hip movements. Miles slid his fingers across his brown shoulder-length hair. He found himself captivated by the womanly figure, though he, with his mind, still tried to reconstruct and re-evaluate familiar territory from the past. The song ended, and the jukebox began to automatically shuffle around with its CD collection. After a few seconds of silence, it started to play a vintage grunge rock song from Stone Temple Pilots, entitled "Wicked Garden." Derek from the booth got up and asked Trevor where he kept the cue sticks for the billiards table, to which Trevor replied, "They're right next to the jukebox." "I want to play pool if you don't mind." "Not at all. You're gonna have to find another player, though. It's not really fun when you're playing all by yourself." "I'll join in." The young blond man raised his hand. A diminutive grin had formed on his face. "You don't mind, do you?" Derek walked towards the pool table. "We'll see if you're actually good at this game." "Ooh, fighting words. I like you already." For the next few minutes, Miles and Trevor stayed at the front counter and watched the younger individuals start their straightforward competition with the first round of eight-ball billiards. While Trevor had his eyes on his younger lover, Miles couldn't stop gazing at the other one. He slowly placed his bottle of beer on the countertop. He took a deep breath. He now recognized the familiarity surrounding the effeminate man. He did indeed see him before. Miles whispered to Trevor, "Now I know." Trevor also lowered the volume of his voice. "So you DID see him before." "I remember back when I still lived in Riverside. About four years ago, this group of high school seniors always harassed me whenever they had the chance. There were about six of seven of them. They somehow found out about my sexual preferences, probably through word-of-mouth or something. Anyway, they would usually pull pranks on me either at work or at home. They left a burning paper bag full of crap at my doorstep. They stuffed a dead raccoon in my mailbox. One time, they even stole my car and left it somewhere around Diamond Bar." "How the hell did they do that?" "I don't know, but one thing became clear to me. They really wouldn't respect guys like us if they drove that far away from Riverside." "I already assume that the man at the billiards table had been a part of the group." Miles nodded. "Only that is not how he looked back then." "What do you mean?" "I remember his face. Back then, he looked rather average. He blended in with the rest of the gang, except he looked to be one of the shorter participants. I can tell because I finally confronted the troublemakers. I couldn't stand for it any longer. I threatened them with a baseball bat. I warned them that I can feel quite exhilarated if I use it against them. They didn't want to fight against a grown man. They just walked away without saying another word. But before they did, I got a good look at all of them." Miles pointed at the blond at the billiards table. "His hair wasn't as long back then, and he didn't dress up like a woman. He acted just like everyone else, including me. I didn't see him or the rest of the gang again since I moved here in Fullerton." Trevor rubbed his chin. "From the looks of it, he tried to hide his true identity by joining that very same gang. Either that, or he still felt confused about his gender at the time." "Those are two theories that seem the most logical." "But what's he doing here?" Miles continued to observe his former adversary. His appearance and mannerisms appeared so different in contrast to his behavior from four years ago. He acted (or least tried to act) tough like the other teenagers, even if he appeared skinny and unmanly. In the present, the exact opposite had taken effect. The young blond man bent over with his cue stick to concentrate on his next move. He moved his whole body like a suave and gracious female. An unhurried punctuality controlled his movements. Miles pushed his beer bottle away. "I think it's time for me to solve a little mystery." Trevor didn't move. "Be careful, Miles. Try not to use a cue stick the wrong way. I don't want a crime scene taking place in my bar." "Don't feel so concerned about my actions. It's not like I'm going to hurt anybody. I'm as well-mannered as you." "That is considered a promise you're going to keep." "Sure." Miles stood up and walked over to the pool table in silence. The blond man gave a blank stare as he leaned against his cue stick. He asked, "Would you like to join us?" Miles grabbed his own cue stick. "Don't mind if I do." As Miles cleaned the cue tip with chalk, someone played another song from the jukebox. This time, music from Monster Magnet began to blare from the speakers. The song, entitled "Temple of Your Dreams," gave off symphonic "psychedelic rock" vibes. At this time, all three men surrounding the pool table remained silent. Derek concentrated on his next shot as he leaned over and aimed his cue stick at the white cue ball. Miles gave a sidelong glance at the player standing just several feet away from him. He kept quiet as he tried to comprehend a reasonable motive behind his arrival here tonight. Anything was possible. Either the blond man attended a university here in Orange County, or he currently visited a relative living here in Fullerton. Miles took off his hat and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "So, what brings you here on a Saturday night?" The blond man, who was just a few inches shorter than Miles, smiled and said, "Oh, I just felt like playing some pool." "Do you live around here?" "I just moved from Riverside about three months ago. I finished college and now I work at a Costco on Harbor Boulevard." Miles put his hat back on his head. "What's your name?" "Most people know me by Hector, but you can call me Harriet if you like." "Which one do you personally prefer?" "I can't say. It depends on the mood I'm in." "I hope you don't mind if I call you Hector...since you still look like a man in my point of view. No offense." "It never hurts to do what you want." As soon as Hector shifted his concentration towards the pool table again, Miles gazed at him, looking down from his black shoes and up to his smooth gold-colored hair. In his mind, he felt a dead end. Even if they hadn't seen each other for a total of four years, Hector, who should be twenty-two years old by now, would have at least recognized the one man that he and his gang had harassed on a weekly basis. At this moment, he acted as if Miles turned out to be a complete stranger. A flourish of theories included Hector possibly playing a well-planned trick on Miles. As soon as Derek finished his shot, Hector walked away from Miles in silence. He bent down as he concentrated on the white cue ball, which stood right in front of three pool balls. He thrust his stick against the cue ball before it collided with its primary targets. None of the pool balls, however, made it in any of the six pockets. Derek replied, "I can teach you how to play if you want." Hector shook his head. "Don't toy with me. I'm just warming up." "Sure, whatever you say." Hector backed away from the table while Miles took his cue stick and focused on the remaining balls on the green surface. He kept his eyes on the cue ball while he asked, "So Hector, do people ever give you strange looks when you're dressed like that?" "Oh, I get that all the time. Some of the people I've bumped into even yelled some very ruthless obscenities at me. But it doesn't matter, anyway. I don't even care what they think of me." Miles thrust his cue stick, and within a fraction of a second, the cue ball rammed itself against the ten-ball. It landed in one of the corner pockets. "That's good, because no one should ever have to make enemies that way." Miles could hear Hector chuckle as he said, "I couldn't agree more." The Monster Magnet song faded out, just in time for a song from Lynyrd Skynyrd to kick in. Miles recognized it as "Voodoo Lake," a rarity from the 90's. The dark and groovy intro had arrived in the shape of two acoustic guitars and a fiddle. When it was Derek's turn again on the pool table, Miles kept his composure as he asked the blond man, "Did you ever experience the exact same thing back in Riverside?" Hector was silent for a few seconds before he replied, "No, not exactly. No one knew about it because I didn't have the courage to express myself." "It must be an agonizing feeling, knowing that people will reject you for who you really are." Hector still had his eyes on the pool table, even though the expression on his face grew a little solemn. "I told you that I don't care anymore." "But you did a few years ago, am I right?" "Yeah, I guess that's true." The Skynyrd song that blared on the jukebox had reached its main chorus, which featured lyrics that had something to do with the devil's offspring. Derek finished his shot, but Hector just stood there. Derek looked a little confused as Miles asked, "Did you ever tell your friends from Riverside about what you like to do behind closed doors?" Hector replied, "No, I never did. I didn't feel like telling them about it, anyway, since they're not really open to new ideas about being a man." Miles expressed his amusement with quiet laughter. "I bet you felt annoyed when they expressed their dissatisfaction with men who prefer other men." "I did, sometimes." "Why only sometimes?" Hector took a slow deep breath. "Because I didn't want them to know that I held a different opinion, you know. I didn't want to lose any friendships. When you're eighteen, you tend to keep your mouth shut when it comes to such an extreme topic." "So you didn't say anything when your friends started harassing other people?" Miles could see Hector tightening his grip on his cue stick. "Why would I spoil their fun?' "You didn't even say anything when they stole someone's car and sent it all the way to Diamond Bar?" That should have given Hector a more apparent reaction, but he stood still and said with a calm voice, "So you know about that." Miles's voice grew hoarse. "Of course, I do. I was the one who told the cops about it." "And that means you know all about me and my friends." "You've been harassing me for three straight weeks. The only way you would forget is if you had amnesia or something of that sort. A four-year absence shouldn't be affected by a short-term memory when you've confronted a man like me." Hector gave a little grin. "So my appearance didn't tip you off at first?" "I can't say that it did." Derek immediately stepped in. "Are you guys already done with this game?" Miles replied, "You two can continue. I need another drink." He didn't even give Hector a brief glance as he put down his cue stick and left for the front counter. In actuality, he didn't feel like drinking another bottle of beer, but he did want to recap a few things with the bar manager. Trevor, who looked like he had observed the entire conversation, had just finished talking to one of the barflies from the corner. As soon as Miles took a seat at the counter, Trevor asked, "So was he a victim of your mind tricks or what?" Miles kept the volume of his voice to a minimum. "No, not really." "I'm guessing that he does recognize you." "Yes, he does. Not only that, but he already knew who I was the moment he took his first step in this place." "Sounds to me like HE'S the one trying to play mind tricks." Miles licked his lips. "I don't think this is a coincidence." Trevor cleared his throat. "What do you mean?' Miles observed the two younger men occupying themselves with their ordinary game of billiards. Hector gave a momentary look at the man with the truckers cap before shifting his gaze at the pool table yet again. Miles whispered to Trevor, "Think about it. Hector and I haven't seen each other for four years. And now, on the exact same night, we pay you and your bar a visit at the very same time." "I think you're relying too much on a conspiracy theory that's almost certainly counterfeit." "Maybe he's trying to send me a message or something." Trevor pointed his finger at his friend. "Well, I've got a message for you. In fact, it's more of a scenario. He sees you in a random location somewhere around here. He doesn't say anything because he doesn't want you to recognize him right away. He follows you to see where you go to have some fun. And seeing this is where you do some of your most routine indoor activities, he decides to check this place out before interacting with the one man he feels sorry for ridiculing while still residing in Riverside." "I hope you're not implying that he's stalking me." "Well, we'll leave that possibility outside. This is the point that I'm trying to make: maybe he just wants to know you more." "If that's the case, he should have stopped pretending that we were complete strangers several minutes ago." Find Me a Sanctuary "I don't think that would work as much, since you still hold some animosity towards those who despised you in the Inland Empire. Your first move would seem unsuitable." Miles gave a deep sigh. "I've moved past that stage, Trevor." "And by the looks of it, so did he. Go ahead. Seize the day. He just wants the opportunity to get to know you more, that's all. He's now being himself, and you're one of the few who knows how it feels to hear abusive vocabulary. A friendship is brewing, I can feel it. And besides that, he's quite the looker. This could be your lucky night." Miles gave a brief half-smile. "You know, I've never been with a man who looked and acted as feminine as he does. Do you think it's wise for me to break the boundaries?" Trevor shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not an expert. I'm just a bartender." As the Vietnamese man took care of another customer at the front counter, Miles turned around to watch the billiards game being carried on without a fuss. Hector kept his eyes on the table. Miles assumed, however, that the young womanly figure recollected not only how their unanticipated reunion had unfolded, but how their previous encounters had caused a bit of emotional damage for both of them, even if they never exchanged words in the first place. This seemed to be an awkward situation, at least for Miles. He kept quiet as he watched the rest of the Angels game on TV. He waited until Hector would come by and at least restart their conversation. But when the billiards game ended, which occurred a few minutes later, Hector searched for other songs to play on the jukebox while Derek put away the cue sticks. The opening notes of Led Zeppelin's world-famous "Kashmir" spread all across the interior of the building. This time, Hector didn't dance. Miles didn't flinch as the twenty-two-year-old male sat on a bar stool beside him. Trevor didn't say a word, but he did manage to make eye contact as he pointed at one of the empty beer mugs. Hector raised his hand. "None for me. Never touched the stuff." Miles straightened up. "I think you're missing out on a lot of things." "Hey, it's my decision. You can either respect it or stay quiet about it." "I'll respect it, but I won't stop questioning it." Both Miles and Hector grew silent. They watched the ballgame for the next few minutes. The Angels broke the tie and continued on with a two-run lead against the Diamondbacks. Hector broke the stillness at the front counter by asking, "So did you ever get over the nuisance when you moved here?" Miles kept his eyes glued to the flat screen from above. "It wasn't easy to forget what happened, but I found myself caring less and less about your friends' absurdities as days went by." "That's so good to know." "Let me ask you a question." "Ask me anything." "How were you able to keep your sanity with people like them?" Hector ran his fingers through his long chest-length hair. "I must be honest. I didn't understand my identity back then. I felt confused." "You still didn't feel like being a young male at the time?" "It's complicated. I wouldn't want to bore you with all this psychological mumbo-jumbo. Besides, I try to put the past behind me as long as possible." Miles finally looked away from the television and stared at the one man sitting next to him. Two blue eyes from two feet away gave off an almost otherworldly sentiment. The mild infatuation from several minutes ago was brought up a notch when Miles couldn't stop looking at him. "I've been putting the past behind me for the last twenty years. Ever since I came out of the closet at the age of twenty-one, the obstacles I had to face in the past have become an indispensable afterthought in the present. And life couldn't be better. I just don't care about the insults anymore. It amuses me more than it hurts me." Hector smiled. "Oh, that is so good to know." "You feel the same way?" "Not yet." "What do you mean by that?" Something on the TV caught Hector's attention. "I'll explain later." Both he and Miles watched as the Angels performed a grand slam in the seventh inning. The crowd on TV gave a strong and thunderous cheer. Those in the bar, however, only whispered amongst each other and drank their beers in silence. Miles and Hector kept quiet as they watched the rest of the ballgame. By the time it ended, it was already ten o'clock. The Angels won by six runs. Everyone at the bar was prepared to go back home. Miles, on the other hand, stayed at the front counter and watched the post-game interviews and updates. Hector held a discussion with Trevor and Derek. The trio stood several at the other side of the building, beyond Miles's line of hearing. He ignored the lack of attention he received at the moment as he watched the ten o'clock news for the full hour. By the time the news had ended, the bar was empty, save for a few people. Miles, Hector, Trevor, and Derek had become the only people staying inside. The smell of liquor both light and hard still became a regular aroma. The jukebox remained silent, and the TV had been turned off. Trevor and Derek took turns at the billiards table, while Miles checked if he had any important emails on his Smartphone. While doing so, he checked to see if Hector was still around. Sitting at the same booth that Derek had previously sat in, the younger one had just finished a discussion with someone else on his own phone. He didn't look too pleased for a second, but once he saw Miles watching him, it looked as if he tried to force a little smile on his face. Miles stood up from his stool and asked, "Is there a problem?" Hector put away his phone. "I wish there weren't any." "Sounds to me like this is serious." "No, don't feel so concerned about it. I can take care of it. Trust me." Miles sat down at the booth beside Hector. "I need to know something." "Like I said before, ask me anything." It was now time to unravel a mystery. "Why are you here?" Hector looked as if he just gulped some air. "What's with the heightened curiosity?" "Tonight's been a fascinating scenario so far. The two of us have our confrontations in Riverside. We don't see each other for four years. And now you're here, dancing to random rock songs the exact same time I quench my thirst with an alcoholic beverage. Either you're here to try and make me a target again or this reunion is just some grotesque coincidence that is bound to amuse us years later." Hector looked down on at the floor for a few seconds. "No, it's not a coincidence." Miles made sure he kept his composure. "I think it's better to tell me the truth." "It's kind of hard to explain. It has something to do with employment." "What do you mean?" Hector looked at him again. This time, his blue eyes gave off a look of incorrupt virtue. He rubbed the side of his neck as he replied, "I lied about working at Costco. That's not how I make my money." "You're not a burglar, are you?" "Of course, not. My morals and standards don't include violating people with their property." "So what is it, then?" "I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't qualify as a topic for a dinner conversation." "So it IS as bad as I think." Hector suddenly placed his hand on Miles's arm. "Please don't think of it as a humiliating reputation. I'm not breaking any laws or anything like that." "If this employment thing isn't a criminal affair, then I still don't understand why you're visiting Trevor's place." "I see it as a sanctuary." "You do?" "Yes...when you're around. Look, I've been visiting this place for a few days. At first I felt a bit uncertain, but when I heard from the manager that you come here occasionally, I knew I had come to the right place." "You sound as though I'm responsible for making this a special place, which sounds ludicrous if you think about it." Miles realized that Hector had brought his hand closer to his shoulder. The hand glided across the diminutive hairs on his skin. Hector had his eyes on Miles's arm, appearing almost hypnotic to the touch of another man. Miles whispered, "Maybe we should try to get to know each other little more before we make our moves." In a split second, Hector pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry. I'm just...my mind wandered off, that's all. I hope I didn't offend you in any way." Miles shook his head. "Not at all. It felt good for a few seconds." At the corner of his eye, Miles could see the manager and his boyfriend still at the pool table. Trevor whispered something in Derek's ear before giving him a soft and slow kiss on the forehead. Derek just stood there with a smile on his face. At that moment, Miles started to feel like an exact replica of Trevor Nguyen. Finding love seemed so real. Unfortunately, Hector's involvement with a gang of know-it-alls spoiled the possibilities of the present. Derek turned on the jukebox by placing a quarter in the slot. The acoustic guitar from Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" serenaded Miles's ears. Hector closed his eyes. "I've always liked this song." Miles remarked, "I do, too." Both of them grew silent, until Hector asked, "Can I lean on you?" Miles was still drawn to the music. "I won't complain if you do." Hector gave a little smile before he placed his head on Miles's shoulder and laid his hand on the other shoulder. Once the vocals on "Nothing Else Matters" kicked in, Miles, after a bout of indecisiveness, caressed Hector's long hair with careful fingers. The young man gave off an almost idyllic aroma, something that comforted Miles's five senses. It almost made him forget his current joblessness. They didn't leave the booth until the second half of the song. Suddenly, the front doors opened. Miles didn't recognize the Asian man wearing a coat and tie. He had long white hair, and it looked as if we was in his mid to late sixties. Very few wrinkles revealed themselves on his skin. The refined look of his character didn't fit with the simplistic environment at all. Hector quickly stood up from the booth as the Asian man walked towards him with a grin on his face. He spoke with a mild accent. "Do you enjoy warming up before the main attraction?" Hector slid his hands across his turtleneck top. "Nothing happened." Miles straightened up as Hector introduced the Asian man. "This is Mr. Nishiyama." Miles introduced himself as he shook Nishiyama's hand. The two of them were of the same height. The old man asked, "Are you related?" "No, we're just friends." "Good. I would like to enjoy some small talk, but Hector and I have some business arrangements to take care of." "Are you an employer?" "It's best that you put it that way." Miles grew curious. "I'd like to know what you do for a living." Nishiyama raised a hand. "You will find out soon enough. Could you excuse us for a moment?" Miles saw no reason to argue. "Go ahead." Hector whispered in Miles's ear. "This is where I say goodbye to the sanctuary." Miles gave him a puzzled look before the blond man sat back down in the booth alongside Nishiyama, who in turn wrapped his arm around his waist. Miles went back to the pool table at the other side of the bar. Trevor walked up to him and whispered, "So who is that guy?" "His name is Nishiyama, and he's here to talk to Hector." "At first, I thought he just dyed his hair white. He doesn't even look that old. Plastic surgery must be exclusive these days." Miles couldn't focus on his friend's comment. He looked over his shoulder to see Hector giving a little smile as Nishiyama gently touched the young man's cheek with the palm of his hand. They exchanged words, but Miles couldn't hear from this distance. He asked Trevor, "Do you have any idea why Hector would want to be with a man like him?" Trevor placed his cue stick down on the pool table. "What makes you think he even is?" "I don't know. I just have this feeling." Miles looked again at the odd couple at the booth. Nishiyama said something which made Hector turn away in antipathy. Nishiyama raised a finger while giving a response. Trevor placed a hand on Miles's shoulder as he said, "I can see that this is bothering you a whole lot." "No kidding. Hector just said something about a sanctuary. I think he's trying to warn me about something." "I think I know what you're going to do. You're going to confront this Nishiyama guy head on and find out just what the hell's going on." "Are you going to stop me?" "I'm not stupid enough to do that. Be careful, though." "I know. I will." Miles caught a glimpse of the booth the third time. Without delay, Nishiyama gave a smile that exhibited a persuasive portrait of genuine impiety. He certainly didn't look like an average businessman at this time. Miles signaled Trevor and Derek to stay at the pool table before he returned to the booth. Both Hector and Nishiyama looked up. Miles took a deep breath before saying, "If there was something wrong, then I'd be picking a fight. But since I'm completely in the dark here, I'm willing to hear a good explanation." Nishiyama asked, "I don't think I understand you." "I'm getting the feeling that this so-called business arrangement as something to do with Hector selling his soul to you." Hector looked down at the table without saying a word. Nishiyama just nodded and said, "You don't look much like a mind-reader to me." Miles replied, "All I need to do is take a good guess. That's all." "I should remind you that it's common practice these days. Young men and women can't find work in such a competitive environment, so they prostitute themselves to pay either for college or for rent. Prosperous people like me are given good luck when the economy isn't recovering as fast as it should be. Modern society likes to call us 'sugar daddies', though I hope a more suitable name will suffice soon." "I get the point. But what I'm worried about is how you're going to treat Hector when he's trying to earn his money." Nishiyama showed off his devious grin again. "I have no intention of harming this beautiful man...or woman if he prefers to be called that." Hector straightened up as he remarked, "You can call me whatever you like. You have the power." The response sounded almost forced, according to Miles. He asked Nishiyama, "What exactly is going to happen at your home?" "It's confidential." "Just tell me if there's anything fancy involved, like bondage." "I am not fascinated with such extreme tools. But I will say that some of my dearest friends will pay us a visit. They would also like to grab hold of the adorable and delicate flesh that I've brought for them." "I don't like the sound of a group of horny men sharing Hector in the same night. To me, that would just corrupt his temperament." Nishiyama added, "I can see that you really care about him." Miles replied, "We're friends. That's the reason why." Nishiyama stood up from the booth and stood just a few feet in front of Miles. "Unfortunately, I can't prove that I'm careful with Hector. After all, it happens behind closed doors." Miles sarcastic tone took effect. "Why don't I put a camera to your bedroom?" Hector stood up and grabbed Miles by the arm. "It's okay. You don't have to defend me." "You don't have to do this, Hector. There are better ways to pay rent." Nishiyama's voice grew hoarse. "Don't discourage him. We already have plans for tonight." The Japanese man slid his hand across his long and smooth white hair. "There is a way to prove that it's nothing but harmless fun." Miles raised an eyebrow. "I get to come by to your place and watch?" Nishiyama shook his head. "It's not that easy. If you bring yourself into my home, then I would have to tell my dearest friends that all they have to do is watch. And it's all because you will be the one grabbing hold of Hector all night. Think of it as an exhibition, and my friends and I are the attendees." Miles could feel Hector tightening his grip on his arm. "No, don't. It's not worth it." Miles looked straight at those fretful blue eyes. "It doesn't even tempt me at all." Nishiyama narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps I can give a little encouragement. Are you employed?" "No, I'm not." "This could be your lucky night. Your friend is already earning his acceptable income. There are nights in which his ability to please me ascends beyond traditional ecstasy. But I am willing to sacrifice another enchanting evening by giving you the opportunity to receive a rather distinctive salary of your own." "I don't think I'm interested." "It's too bad, really. You would be doing yourself a disservice by overlooking your newly embodied ethics." "What the hell do you mean by that?" "You say you want to see if my friends and I will be careful with Hector. Wouldn't do anything you can to see if we are as civilized as I say we are?" Hector whispered to Miles, "You can just walk away." Miles whispered back, "You can, too." But Hector appeared confused as he gazed at Nishiyama and at Miles again. Nishiyama added, "He's already indebted to my needs. Why don't you do the same?" Miles turned his head to see that Trevor had left the pool table and disappeared altogether, presumably in the kitchen. Derek played billiards by himself. He gave Miles a blank stare as used chalk for his cue stick. Miles asked, "What do you even do for a living, Mr. Nishiyama?" To which Nishiyama replied, "Oh, I wouldn't concentrate on such a thing like that." Miles closed his eyes and took a long deep breath through his nostrils. His unemployment became a mainstay for far too long. A couple of more months without work, and he would be losing his home. "Do I have to give a signature for this type of thing?" Nishiyama's grin returned. "It's a private affair, as there is absolutely no paperwork involved. All you need is yourself and your friend here." Hector opened his mouth, but closed it again as he didn't let go of Miles's arm. Nishiyama readjusted his tie. "Give me a demonstration." Miles didn't like the sound of this already. "You want us to be nude right now?" Nishiyama chuckled. "I don't mean it that way. Show me that you care about him. Give him a kiss." Hector immediately took one step back before letting go of Miles's arm. "He doesn't have to do that, Mr. Nishiyama." Nishiyama responded, "He will if he wants to earn some money." Hector began to take deeper breaths as he held his own arm. He looked down at random spots on the floor. Miles stepped closer towards him and uttered, "It's okay. At least you won't be alone when we're at his place. You'll be beside me at all times." They looked at each other in silence. Nishiyama stepped back and watched as Miles leaned in. Hector tried to take another step back, but Miles grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a kiss. It was light peck on the lips. Nishiyama looked disappointed. "That is not enough to give me a good impression. Make it longer." Hector looked more skeptical than before, but Miles told him, "Just think of whoever you look up to and don't stop." Hector gave a slow nod. He and Miles pressed their lips together, and this time it was longer and harder than the previous one. They embraced each other. Miles had caught some of Hector's blond hair as he had placed his hand on his back. He also began to notice that Hector's hug had grown tighter. And just as Miles decided to pull away, the young man didn't let go. Nishiyama rubbed his chin. "It's impressive." Miles could smell a delicate aroma that arose from Hector's body. It intrigued him. It calmed him. It made him forget his economic troubles for a brief moment. But then, he still remembered that Nishiyama observed their passionate embrace just a few feet away. Find Me a Sanctuary Miles and Hector finally let go of each other, but the latter quickly looked away as he asked Nishiyama, "Now are you satisfied?" The Japanese man's devious grin didn't go away. "I believe it lives up to a few expectations." Miles grew aggravated. "So what happens now?" "The two of you will follow me to my residence. We can make it in time for me to have a little midnight snack. My friends should arrive in less than an hour." Hector suddenly blurted, "I don't want to go." Miles gave a curious stare while Nishiyama asked, "Are you already branding yourself as a coward?" Hector tightened his fists. "I don't want the two of us to be in your home. I don't want your money anymore." "You're not allowed to voice your opinion before show time." The callousness of such a man prompted Miles to point his finger at him and say in a husky voice, "You do not want to talk to him like that." Nishiyama's face produced more stern features. "Is that so?" "You know, the more I think about it, the less I'm willing to take this job of yours. Why don't you go back home and tell you friends that the party is cancelled?" "I wouldn't throw away this offer of mine if I were you." "You call it an offer. I call it a desecration of dignity." Nishiyama looked amused. "It's not a good idea to defy me like this." "Listen to me. I don't care about what you do for a living, and I don't care about your 'business arrangements'. When Hector says he wants out, then he has the freedom to do whatever he damn well pleases. There is no corporate structure going on here. It's not like he signed a contract. So if he wants to stay here, then let him. Go find someone else to sleep with. And if you think you have the strength to persuade him again, just know that I'll have some fun bashing your head in with a baseball bat." The entire bar grew quiet all of a sudden. No music, no cars from outside passing by, no cue balls colliding with each other, nothing. Nishiyama took a few steps back. "I admire your willpower, Miles. I know plenty of people who would be as brave as you." "I'm just looking after a friend of mine. That's all." "I can see that." Nishiyama glanced at Hector as he said, "You are now nothing but dirt to me. Go ahead and start selling t-shirts on the street if you like. I'll be on my way home. Good night, gentlemen." The Japanese man left the bar, leaving Miles and Hector finding themselves with relief. Miles took off his cap and hurled it onto a table. "Well, that felt good. I just hope I didn't deal with a politician or some shit like that." He looked to see Hector taking a seat at the front counter with his arms folded across his chest. He couldn't see his face, but he did hear a mild sniff. Trevor arrived from the kitchen and looked around. "I don't see any broken glass or anything. I guess you handled it pretty well." Miles replied, "It was nothing." "So what did the Japanese guy talk about?" Miles shook his head. "It's not important. Just forget about it." "Whatever you say." Trevor looked at his watch. "Since there's no one here besides us, maybe I should close a little early." "Do you want us to leave?" "Oh, no. Derek and I will stay here for the rest of the night." Miles checked the time on his phone. It read 11:44 PM. "I think Hector and I will do the same." "It suits me fine. Excuse me." Miles watched as Trevor looked the front door and turned off the neon signs on the windows. Then, he closed the blinds and went to have a quiet little chat with Derek at the pool table. Miles turned his head to see Hector facing away from him as he sat silently at the front counter. As soon as he gave out a big sigh, Miles sat down on the barstool next to him. Hector turned his head to avoid more eye contact. Miles asked, "Tell me what's wrong." Hector sounded brokenhearted when he whispered, "I don't think I should." Miles gave a more sympathetic tone in his voice. "It's okay. Just tell me the truth, even if it's something that I won't be comfortable with." Hector finally turned around. He wiped away what looked like a tear that slid down his cheek. "It's not about you. It's about me. Miles, I have to tell you something. Ever since you left Riverside, it broke my heart. You see, when I was in that gang and we started to pester you, I didn't really see you as an opponent at all. In fact, I admired you. You had the courage to confront these punks head on, standing up for your true self. And I just stood there, being a coward. I didn't have the heart to tell my friends the truth. I didn't know how they would react when they found out that I want to dress a certain way. I just kept my mouth shut." "I can understand how that feels." "You do?" "I didn't come out of the closet until I was twenty-one. The thought of all my loved ones rejecting me had always come across my mind. When I finally told my family and friends the truth...well, they didn't mind. They still loved me for who I was. I guess that's just pure luck." "I wish I had your luck. When everyone found out that I want to dress up like a woman sometimes, they didn't want to speak to me again. Even my own parents didn't want to be around me. They once told me that I brought shame into the family name. I felt so devastated. I had to separate from those who didn't understand me. Isolation was no longer a rarity. I had become so alone. Once I finished college, I became broke. I thought I'd leave Riverside and find a suitable job somewhere here in Orange County. Well, you know the story. I search for all these sugar daddies and see if I can earn a few hundred bucks each night. That's pretty low. I mean, here I am. Twenty-two-years old and treating money like it grows in bedrooms." "I began to lose hope. I just couldn't convince myself that it would be like this for the rest of my life. And then...I saw you again. All of a sudden, you shed some light in this dark haven. And tonight, I wanted to see you again. I wanted to get close to you. It would remind me that I won't be alone during a time of need. When Nishiyama made you that offer, I just didn't want you to do it. I didn't want you to follow the same path that I went all this time. It would ruin the sanctuary that I've been looking for." Miles asked, "So you see me as some sort of messiah?" Hector giggled. "I guess you can say that. I hope you realize that you've given me hope. In my eyes, you're a brave and humble man." Miles held his hand. "I can say the same thing about you. Better late than never that you can finally be yourself." "But I'm not like you. Every single evening with a rich man should prove it." "You shouldn't look down on yourself because of that. I may not have graduated from Harvard or Cornell or wherever, but I do know that it will get better." "Do you really think so?" "Of course, I do. I've walked past obstacles. You can do the same." Hector didn't notice another tear sliding down his cheek. Miles wiped it off with his finger. "To tell you the truth, I don't think there should be room for the past anymore." Miles stood up and held Hector in his arms. Hector laid his head on Miles's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his neck. They froze in silence as they shared their warmth for the first time. Miles sniffed at Hector's hair again, breathing in the delicate aroma he had taken a liking to. Miles spotted the large rectangular mirror that stood behind the shelves of whiskey and vodka bottles. He whispered to Hector to take a look in the mirror. "What do you see?" After a few seconds of silence, Hector replied, "I see you and me." "It's more than just that. I see two people who are not ashamed to be themselves. I see two people who are willing to accept a new beginning. And most of all, I see two people who don't care what other people think simply because all they care about are each other. It's true. I care about you." Hector smiled and his eyes lit up. "It's almost absurd, seeing as how we've truly known each other for just one night." "Everything is possible." Miles held him from behind, his chest touching Hector's back. The blond man's soothing smile didn't change as he brought up his hand and caressed Miles's hair. They continued to gaze at the mirror, observing two individuals who had to endure different struggles and had to overcome the austerity of the real world. Hector's smile appeared more charismatic than before, as if it used a more seductive method to catch his attention. Miles couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek. At the far right corner of the mirror, he could see Trevor grabbing Derek's hand and leading him into the kitchen. Trevor gave a wink and a smile at his spectator as he closed the door behind them. Miles and Hector had the bar all to themselves. Miles whispered, "Why don't I turn on some music to set the mood?" "Sure, whatever you say." Miles went up to the jukebox and searched through the countless selection of rock songs. He ultimately chose another song from Metallica called "Carpe Diem Baby." This time, it lacked the traditional thrash structure and instead opted for a more bluesy tone in a mid-tempo. The groovy vibes expressed by the electric guitars became infectious to Miles's ears. Hector seemed to have been hypnotized by the song as well. "Oh, I like it. I really like it." He walked across the room with subtly vibrant hip movements. Miles raised an eyebrow. "It looks like you want us to dance. I should warn you that I stink at stuff like this." "Oh, you don't have to join in. You can just watch me." "That's even better." As the bluesy rock song continued on, Miles leaned against the pool table and watched as Hector swung his hips back and forth. Its smooth rhythm matched well with the guitars and drums. He slid his hands all across his long blond hair and closed his eyes as he looked spellbound to the hard vibrations of "Carpe Diem Baby." Miles found himself intrigued by this slow exotic dance. As a matter of fact, it brought about an exhilarating feeling from between his legs. Hector's sensuous movements caused the older man to take deeper breaths. As soon as the guitar solo began, Miles grabbed him by the arm, disrupting his physical cadence, and brought him closer to his body. Hector didn't retaliate when Miles held him from behind again. With his arms wrapped around Hector's waist, the two of them faced the same direction. Miles whispered in his ear, "This will make you feel good." He thrust his hips against Hector's own. Denim jeans collided with another. Hector grabbed hold of Miles's arms as he gave out a little groan. Still entranced by the simplistic but captivating guitar solo, Miles couldn't stop propelling himself against two well-rounded buttocks concealed by popular attire. It made the member underneath his jeans grow into a more rock-solid substance. "Oh, I can feel it." The low volume of Hector's voice, combined with a much subtle tone, heightened Miles's sanguinity to the next stage. Hector pushed away Miles's arms and turned around, looking him right in the eyes. "This will make you feel better." Hector's gave his own pelvic thrusts as the two of them bumped their hips together in a slow and ardent fashion. As the electric guitars swelled yet again, their unhurried collisions kept growing harder. Miles could feel Hector's own hidden appendage produce a more solid texture. Hector moaned before licking his lips and whispering, "I've waited so long for this moment." Miles leaned over for a kiss, to which Hector gladly accepted. It didn't feel as forced as the one initiated by Nishiyama. It felt sincere, much more from the heart. They didn't stop kissing even as their pelvic thrusts continued on. From deep inside, Miles took in the exuberance of such physical interaction. He held his companion tighter than before. Hector became more of a true companion than a former rival. When the song ended, Miles seized Hector's shoulders and proclaimed, "This is just the beginning, and you know it." "Oh, show me the bright side of life!" The recital in the kitchen became an afterthought. Miles's took off Hector's turtleneck and threw it aside. He kissed Hector on the neck, causing more soft groans from the latter. The young man took off his shoes and socks. He brought his jeans and underwear down and kicked them away in the corner. He now stood nude in front of his new acquaintance. Together with the long blond hair, the womanly figure was a magnetic spectacle. Miles preferred the close view, especially when the member down below had been elevated to a horizontal position. "Oh, Miles...make me feel alive." Miles hoped that all four legs of the pool table didn't turn out to be fragile. He pushed aside the balls and lay on his back on the green surface. Hector followed him, lying on top of him and giving him long and inflexible kisses on the lips. Numerous strands of his long hair almost tickled Miles's neck and shoulders. Miles had to catch his breath to say, "I want you to suck it. And do it with dignity." He took off his own shirt as Hector pulled his jeans and boxers off of his legs. Hector didn't waste any time as he buried Miles's stiff cock into his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue, swinging it in all directions. He lifted his head up and down, keeping a restrained rhythm all the way through. Miles just lay there, engrossed in this oral delight. "You're an expert. Just the way I like it." Hector quickened his pace as he shoved the cock deeper into his throat. All of a sudden, he stopped. Miles didn't reach his climax, but he didn't have to. He brought Hector back up and gave him a moister kiss. The young man lay on his back as Miles grasped his penis and slid his fingers upwards and downwards. Miles kissed him on his neck before he moved on to his chest. He sucked on Hector's nipple. Coming in contact with the small round dot gave a positive effect, because Hector's groans grew louder. The lamp hanging above the pool table illuminated human skin and gave it a silky peach glow. The rise and fall of Miles's fingers surrounding Hector's uncovered member accelerated towards maximum momentum. Hector grasped the edge of the table in anticipation of a thorough climax. Miles, however, didn't want to rush the captivation of this specific evening just yet. He let go of Hector's cock and told him to lie on top of him. Hector obeyed his command. He mounted himself on top of Miles's hips. He grabbed his companion's solid shaft and stuck it through his lower canal. Miles didn't have to give instructions as Hector slid his entire cock deep into his hole. He moved his hips back and forth, letting the long cylinder repeatedly jab at his weak spot. He grasped Miles's shoulders as he carried on hopping up and down. Miles didn't have to do a thing. He could feel his own cock come in contact with a warm surface. And judging by the gratifying look on Hector's face, the metrical penetration would discover its conclusion much later than usual. As minutes flew by, Hector kept pushing himself against the long and hard cock. He drew quicker breaths while the volume of his feminine moans ascended with a few more notches. Miles could hear short and mild creaks that originated from the pool table, and he still hoped that it was strong enough to handle a prolonged period of intercourse. Hector gradually began to speed up the frivolous motion of his thin passage. Miles's hip smacked itself against Hector's buttocks. With his eyes completely shut and his mouth wide open, the young man's orgasm received unstoppable intensity, thanks to the pounding of his prostate. Miles wanted more than just this. The primordial tendencies surrounding his intuition insisted on unleashing themselves, and he didn't want to complain. Disrupting the infiltration that Hector immersed himself in, Miles grabbed him and lay him down on the green surface. He got down on his knees and seized the young man's thighs. He pushed his seven-inch prick in the same deep crevice as before, but this time he did his own drilling while Hector just lay there with a transfixed look on his face. "Keep going, Miles! I don't want it to stop!" Miles gave him a kiss before quickening his hip movements. Thrusting his cock into a warm canal again and again never felt so fervent. Hector's groans had grown loud with zealous passion. The entire pool table started to quiver from such primitive pulsations. Miles felt a drop of sweat falling from his forehead, but it didn't affect his primary concentration. He gazed down at the beautiful figure below him. The look of enthrallment caused by forward motions had become Miles's most desired sight to see. Neither of them knew how much time had passed. All Miles knew was that his skin turned moist with bouts of sweat from all the heat that emitted from his body. The electrifying feeling between his legs would soon develop into a well-planned climax. Miles drove his cock faster inside Hector, who didn't stop moaning all the way through. Miles finally reached his limit. He gave a long growl when thick creamy semen ejected from his shaft and landed on the walls from inside Hector's anus. Hector's scream did nothing to reinstate another climax. Panting, Miles landed on Hector once the ejaculation had been complete. The entire room remained silent. Hector whispered in Miles's ear, "Do you want us to stay together?" That question almost caught Miles off-guard. Fortunately, he had already put the past behind him. "I hope it's possible." He was now ready for the two of them to face different obstacles, and he felt positive that he and Hector would pull through in the future. "I'm sorry about what happened in Riverside." "Don't be. I've already forgiven you." Hector's smile made him feel content. The two of them got off the pool table. Miles noticed drops of white-colored cream as permanent stains on the table and on the floor. Thin trails of semen still slid down both of Hector's legs. Miles remarked, "I wish I could look at you like this all night." Hector chuckled. "It's too bad that I have to clean myself." "Yeah, too bad."