[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] grabbed a loaf of bread from the top of the refrigerator. "We only have seven grain bread. Is that okay?" "Sure," Rustin said, "I can get that." "Sit down and drink your coffee," Tommy said. "You need to wake up still. But tell me all about this kiss. What was it like?" Rustin stared blankly ahead, focusing on a fridge magnet in the shape of a banana. It was positioned adjacent a photo- shopped image of a shirtless Bill Clinton with his arm around an equally hunky and buff Al Gore. "It was wonderful," Rustin said. "You know, like two minutes of heaven. Then all of a sudden he said it was too complicated and left me standing there." "Ohh ... well that doesn't exactly sound good," Tommy said. "Wonder if he has a boyfriend already." "Colby," Rustin said flatly. Tommy started to laugh. "Um no. Be serious. Colby is too much of a slut to be anyone's boyfriend." 72 Cocktails by Jeff Erno "Maybe so, but Dutch probably doesn't realize this. He's not really even out all that much. He's only had one boyfriend some ranch hand that worked on their family's farm." "I bet when he says 'complicated' he's talking about his situation back home. If he's still in the closet, it probably scared him a little. I mean, in all honesty, I could see how he'd fall hard for you." "I don't know, but I don't want to play those games. Whatever." Tommy shook his head reprovingly. "That's crazy, dude. He kissed you, so what're you bitching about? I can't believe how quickly you've adapted to gay time. In the real world, things don't always happen overnight. There are a lot of guys who like taking things slower, and you guys really just met yesterday." "He's leaving in a few days and going back to Texas." "Texas. Big deal. It's not like he's headed for Siberia." "I guess I just don't do rejection too well." "So you had to jack off last night. You'll get over it. I think you should call him sometime today and ask for a second date." Rustin laughed. "Well, I didn't exactly have to jack off." "What do you mean?" Tommy stood with his hands on his hips. "Well, I met the neighbor." "Carlos?" 73 Cocktails by Jeff Erno Rustin nodded. "And let me tell you, if you've ever wondered where the expression, 'he can suck a golf ball through a garden hose' came from, look no further." "Oh my God, and I thought Colby was a slut!" "Shut up!" Rustin exclaimed. "What was I supposed to do? Dutch got me all horny and then just fuckin' left." Tommy sighed and shook his head. "Shame, shame. Well, just so you know, Carlos is not the boyfriend type either. I don't see him settling down any time soon." "Nah, I know. Actually I think it just pissed me off that Dutch took off. I figured he was probably gonna hook up with Colby, so..." "Now you're rationalizing," Tommy said. "Why don't you just admit you wanted a blowjob and Carlos was there, eager and ready." "That too," Rustin agreed. "Call Dutch today," Tommy said in a rather stern voice. The toast popped up, and he grabbed it and threw it on a plate. He stepped back over to the fridge to locate a tub of margarine. "I'll think about it," Rustin said. "Do you want jelly?" Tommy asked. "I had her last night," Rustin replied, "Kay Why Jelly." "Very funny." Tommy rolled his eyes as he slammed the refrigerator door. * * * * The hotel room was so dark when he awoke that Dutch thought it was still the middle of the night, but the digital 74 Cocktails by Jeff Erno alarm clock read 12:06. Had he slept all day? He'd crashed as soon as he got back to the room, without even bothering to get undressed, and he hated the grubby, unclean feeling of sleeping in his clothes. When he pulled back the curtain of the bedroom window, blinding light flooded the room, and he realized it must be approaching mid-day. He stumbled to the bathroom and relieved himself, then popped a couple aspirin in his mouth and took a swig of the four-dollar bottled water that had been left on the vanity by housekeeping. Nothing was free any more, not even water. What he really needed was coffee, but he didn't want to mess around with the rinky-dink, in-room coffee maker, so he trudged out to the living room area of his suite and used the hotel phone to order room service. If he didn't keep moving, he knew he'd become [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl