“I’ve been expecting you.”
“You have?” I asked.
“Yes. My psychic told me a tall, tall man would come into my life, and he would give me a present. Did you bring me a present?”
I almost laughed, but was too taken by his tight, muscular body and the dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he smiled. He dark brown eyes weren’t too bad, either. “I think your psychic must have someone else in mind.”
“Maybe. Or maybe you’ll bring me a present later?” He smiled again. I tried not to smile back.
Boystown - 58
I took a look out Hector’s window. He couldn’t have seen anything helpful. Not from this height and not from this angle. I decided it would be a good idea to get out of there.
“Well, thank you, I think I should be heading out.”
“Don’t you want to know who burned down Paradise?”
I braced myself. He might be Cuban and about to tell me that Fidel Castro did it. “Sure, who burned it down?”
“The Surfside Neighborhood Association.”
Well, at least that was a new answer. “Okay, tell me about it.”
He frowned. “Not if you’re just going to stand there. Sit down.”
I sat on the far end of the sofa. He slid himself over to me. He wore lemony cologne that made him smell fresh and appetizing.
“What makes you think the neighborhood association burned down the bar?”
“It makes much sense. They hate the bar. They say it is noisy and interrupts the parking in the neighborhood and it brings a bad element right into their backyard. Are you a bad element? I’m a bad element.”
“Where did you hear this? Do you go to their meetings?”
“Oh no! I would not go to their stupid meetings. They made a sheet... a, how do you say... an announcing. That’s wrong. Announce-ment.” He jumped up and ran to his small kitchen. Rifling through the drawers, it took him a moment to come up with a single sheet of paper. “Here it is.
They put one under all doors.”
He handed me a sheet of paper, then sat down next to me. Somehow he managed to get even closer. I tried to focus on the flyer. It was handwritten and then Xeroxed onto marigold-colored paper. It announced the time of a Surfside Neighborhood Association meeting that would take place in a few days. The subject was Paradise Isle and the bad element it brought into the backyard of decent, hardworking families. At the bottom of the sheet it offered more information by contacting John Bradford. It gave his phone number as well as his apartment number, 304. I hadn’t spoken to him. His had been one of the apartments where no one answered.
“Can I keep this?” I asked Hector.
“Yes, you can,” he said. Then he gasped, “Maybe she was wrong. Maybe you will not give me a present. Maybe I will give you one.”
Boystown - 59
It took me a moment, then I realized that he was calling the flyer his present. I folded it and put it in my jacket pocket. “Maybe,” I said.
Hector eyed me a moment, then slipped out of his bikini briefs. His cock was fat and uncut.
Semi-hard, it called a lot of attention to itself lolling there on his hip. “You want to fuck me?” he asked.
“The thought crossed my mind,” I replied honestly.
Hector got up and left the room. Seconds later he was back with a bottle of lotion in one hand. In the middle of the empty rug, he got down on his hands and knees. He spread some lotion on his ass and some more on his dick. He looked over at me and said, “I’m ready.”
Generally, I like a little foreplay. But there was something about the business-like way he approached the whole thing, not to mention the way his ass curved up into the air, that had me ready to go.
I walked over and stood behind him. Unzipping my jeans, I lowered them to my ankles. Then I dropped my boxers. Hector looked over his shoulder and took a look at my swelling prick. He lisped something in Spanish that sounded like, “Eye deoth meoth.” I didn’t have a clue what he meant, and didn’t care.
Getting on my knees
“You have?” I asked.
“Yes. My psychic told me a tall, tall man would come into my life, and he would give me a present. Did you bring me a present?”
I almost laughed, but was too taken by his tight, muscular body and the dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he smiled. He dark brown eyes weren’t too bad, either. “I think your psychic must have someone else in mind.”
“Maybe. Or maybe you’ll bring me a present later?” He smiled again. I tried not to smile back.
Boystown - 58
I took a look out Hector’s window. He couldn’t have seen anything helpful. Not from this height and not from this angle. I decided it would be a good idea to get out of there.
“Well, thank you, I think I should be heading out.”
“Don’t you want to know who burned down Paradise?”
I braced myself. He might be Cuban and about to tell me that Fidel Castro did it. “Sure, who burned it down?”
“The Surfside Neighborhood Association.”
Well, at least that was a new answer. “Okay, tell me about it.”
He frowned. “Not if you’re just going to stand there. Sit down.”
I sat on the far end of the sofa. He slid himself over to me. He wore lemony cologne that made him smell fresh and appetizing.
“What makes you think the neighborhood association burned down the bar?”
“It makes much sense. They hate the bar. They say it is noisy and interrupts the parking in the neighborhood and it brings a bad element right into their backyard. Are you a bad element? I’m a bad element.”
“Where did you hear this? Do you go to their meetings?”
“Oh no! I would not go to their stupid meetings. They made a sheet... a, how do you say... an announcing. That’s wrong. Announce-ment.” He jumped up and ran to his small kitchen. Rifling through the drawers, it took him a moment to come up with a single sheet of paper. “Here it is.
They put one under all doors.”
He handed me a sheet of paper, then sat down next to me. Somehow he managed to get even closer. I tried to focus on the flyer. It was handwritten and then Xeroxed onto marigold-colored paper. It announced the time of a Surfside Neighborhood Association meeting that would take place in a few days. The subject was Paradise Isle and the bad element it brought into the backyard of decent, hardworking families. At the bottom of the sheet it offered more information by contacting John Bradford. It gave his phone number as well as his apartment number, 304. I hadn’t spoken to him. His had been one of the apartments where no one answered.
“Can I keep this?” I asked Hector.
“Yes, you can,” he said. Then he gasped, “Maybe she was wrong. Maybe you will not give me a present. Maybe I will give you one.”
Boystown - 59
It took me a moment, then I realized that he was calling the flyer his present. I folded it and put it in my jacket pocket. “Maybe,” I said.
Hector eyed me a moment, then slipped out of his bikini briefs. His cock was fat and uncut.
Semi-hard, it called a lot of attention to itself lolling there on his hip. “You want to fuck me?” he asked.
“The thought crossed my mind,” I replied honestly.
Hector got up and left the room. Seconds later he was back with a bottle of lotion in one hand. In the middle of the empty rug, he got down on his hands and knees. He spread some lotion on his ass and some more on his dick. He looked over at me and said, “I’m ready.”
Generally, I like a little foreplay. But there was something about the business-like way he approached the whole thing, not to mention the way his ass curved up into the air, that had me ready to go.
I walked over and stood behind him. Unzipping my jeans, I lowered them to my ankles. Then I dropped my boxers. Hector looked over his shoulder and took a look at my swelling prick. He lisped something in Spanish that sounded like, “Eye deoth meoth.” I didn’t have a clue what he meant, and didn’t care.
Getting on my knees
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