A Short Story Just for Fun!
Leo Tucker was not a gorgeous man by media standards. He was of medium size and small stature. He didn’t quite fit the ideal image of a gay man in the media. He didn’t fit into the Adonis ideal, nor was he rich—he worked washing dishes in a dive 24 hour diner. He didn’t work out; he wasn’t shaved; he had small biceps, a broad but defined chest with furry cleavage and a furry tummy. He was still quite attractive and it surprised him how many men actually took notice of him.
He generally loved every bit of his life. He loved his average looks. He loved his shitty job. And he loved men. That was why he had moved here from a rural town from the mid-west. He was tired of being lonely and couldn’t take any more from the small-minded men back home, half too scared to leave the house for fear they’d be seen with a “known homosexual”.
Leo wasn’t what you would call passably straight. He had a high voice, with delicate features—high cheek bones cresting just below his dark brown eyes. His nose was slender and long and ended in a small bulb that hung just above his plump delicate lips.
Leo had never been very good at meeting men, they always seemed put off by how gay he was. Leo was an advocate for the LGBT community, but in his heart he was just a gay man and nothing more. He was a man who loved the affection and company of men. He loved the way they made him feel during and after sex. He realized a long time ago that the experience of being a man and masculine was subjective, but none of his other peers seemed to pick up on that and followed a strict man code. Tall. Slim. Athletic. None the less, Leo was lonely.
“Hot date tonight,” came a voice next to Leo who sat sipping a microbrew IPA listening to the slow chatter of bar patrons.
“Excuse me,” he said politely to the handsome 40’s something man.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you. I’ve seen you in here a couple of times. You seem a little more dressed up than usual. I thought maybe you had a date,” said the handsome stranger.
“No. No date, but thank you for the compliment. I had some business to take care of today.”
“Job interview?”questioned the man.
“No, not exactly. I had a meeting early today at work. I was trying to impress them—I’m trying to move up the ladder.”
The man nodded and took a sip of his beer, foam clinging to the top of his lip in his smooth groomed beard. He gestured towards the seat next to Leo, who nodded in acknowledgement inviting the man to sit next to him. The man sat for a second and a long silence hung between them as they sized each other up.
“My name is Dale,” he extended his hand and Leo grasped his hand and shook. The man’s shake was firm but gentle.
“I’m Leo. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. You’re a very attractive young man, Leo. I hope that I’m not bothering you tonight.”
“No, not at all. Matter of fact, I was hoping to find some company this evening.”
“Oh?” Dale said raising his eyebrow at the question intrigued by what Leo might suggest.
Four hours later the two had been kicked out of the bar as the bar prepared to close for the evening. It was late and the two had enjoyed each other’s company. Dale and Leo had polished off quite a few drinks, each lending to more interesting conversation. Now they were laughing and carrying on conversation walking down the street. Leo snorted at a joke that Dale had made and gently bumped into him as they walked. Dale stopped and looked at him underneath a nearby street light, his features slightly accented by the neon glow of the closed signs on the business awning they stood under. Leo leaned in and kissed Dale softly. Dale kissed back softly, slowly gaining in intensity their tongues exploring the inside of each other’s mouth. An SUV of young college girls cheered from the road as they cruised by. Dale and Leo laughed and pulled away from one another.
“Do you want to come back to my place,” Leo offered.
“A few blocks from here is all. It’s very small. It’s a studio and has a small kitchen, personal bathroom, and a full size mattress. It’s not very upscale, but I like you Dale and I’d like for you to come home with me.”
Dale looked at him a moment with a quizzical look about him. He nodded and the two grew silent walking along the sidewalk. Leo’s apartment appeared ahead and he dug for the keys in his tight jeans which was no small feat for his drunk fingers. Eventually he was able to find the right key and opened the entryway door holding it open so that Dale could come in. He climbed the two flights of stairs and turned left into a hallway and stopped in front of 226, inserted the key, and unlocked the door. Dale caught a faint whiff of pot lurking inside the apartment, poorly disguised by the smell of cheap lilac incense.
To the left was a small stove, a mini sink, and an office sized refrigerator. The wall to the right of the kitchen housed a small dresser wedged behind two half-closed mirrored closet doors. The bathroom door was in the far corner with the light on. To the right was a full size mattress with a wad of blankets lazily strewn about. It was cozy and it had a charm to it. Dale turned to see Leo looking at him, seeking his approval.
“It’s nice. Charming. Small but charming.”
Leo relaxed and smiled and closed the door behind him locking the deadbolt. He grabbed Dale by his shirt and kissed him hard. The two passionately kissed illuminated only by the bathroom light and stripped each other of their clothes. Leo kissed Dale’s neck and worked his hands and mouth down his front side, touching as much of his body as he could. He hovered just over Dale’s hard cock, kissing just above his pubic line. Dale moaned and grabbed his head while Leo inserted the man into his mouth. He pressed hard against the back of Leo’s head making him gag but didn’t stop. Leo’s penis became hard and stiff while his eyes watered doing the best he could to swallow Dale’s large cock.
“I want to fuck you,” Dale leaned over and whispered into Leo’s ear and pushed him down on the bed. Dale grabbed the lube that was conveniently open and sitting next to Leo’s bed. They stared at each other for a moment as Leo breathed hard and positioned his hips for entry. Dale teased Leo with the glands of his penis by rubbing it around on his asshole. Dale began to push.
“I have to tell you something. Please don’t freak out. I’m HIV positive.” Dale paused at hearing Leo disclose his status. “I’m undectable. I don’t know if you know what that means, but I feel like you should know about my HIV status.” Dale nodded and sat back on his legs.
“It means that your risk of transmitting it is lowered, is that correct?”
“Yes. I mean that’s what I understand. I have read a lot about it, but I’ve never known anyone positive. We can wear a condom. But you just need to know before we go any further.”
Dale looked at him deeply. “Thank you for telling me, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable fucking you even with a condom. Matter of fact I have to go.”
Leo froze stunned by what had just happened. Why did this always happen? He should have never disclosed his status. It always turned people away and it was killing him slowly on the inside, chipping away at his identity with each rejection.
Dale dressed, unlocked the deadbolt, and slowly opened the door and slipped out the crack. He was gone.
Leo sat there on his bed tears welling at the corner of his eyes, determined not to cry. He wasn’t sad. He was frustrated. He sat up and reached in the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of vodka, unscrewed the cap, and took a long swig before choking and swallowing. He wiped the vodka from his lips and exhaled deeply slowly recovering from the cheap vodka’s burn. He took another swig and sat down on his bed still naked, legs folded with his bottle, and grabbed his laptop.
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