When I opened my apartment door to head off to work, I noticed something fall to the floor in the hallway. What the….
I leaned over and picked up a small envelope that had my name written on the front. Truly mystified, I opened the envelope.
Joseph,
As I mentioned, I’m off work Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday (4 days on, 4 days off). You would make me the happiest man alive if you would do me the honor of having dinner with me on Saturday evening—and fucking me senseless on Friday evening.
Kyle
As I looked at the card, I couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, big guy, two more points.”
And then I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard “Only two?”
“Jesus, Kyle! You nearly gave me heart failure! You trying to kill me?”
“Nope. Got other plans for you first. Seriously, dude, only two points?”
“I gave you four but deducted two for potential stalker risk. Why aren’t you at the hospital?”
“I dashed out to grab a coffee—plus a buddy of mine told me to go fix whatever I’d fucked up. He said I was making the patients feel depressed because of how gloomy I was acting.”
“Why were you feeling depressed?”
Kyle reached out and smacked me on the back of my head.
“Oww! What was that for?” I said as I rubbed the back of my head.
“Just returning the favor. Duh, dude! I was down because I hurt you!” Kyle looked down for a moment before shyly looking at me once again. “So, what do you say?”
I looked at the card once again, considering my words carefully. “About the fuck or about the dinner?”
“Preferably both, but a sinking man will grab any help he can get.”
“So now you’re grabbing my erect dick?” I half-jokingly complained.
Kyle looked at me and said, “Watch it! Don’t make me slap your head again.”
The threat seemed so real that I took a step back and bumped into the wall. Kyle didn’t let me escape, though, invading my personal space, leaning down, and locking his lips onto mine before I could object. I think I whimpered when I felt the man’s hand grasp my rapidly rising dick through the pants of my suit.
“So what do you say?” Kyle asked. “Toss a drowning man a… life preserver?”
“Okay,” I said with a look of lust, my brain once again almost completely addled by the testosterone being pumped into my system.
“Yes!” Kyle said, jumping and pumping one fist into the air in excitement.
“Did I say the right thing?” I asked with a smile.
“You bet your sweet ass you did!”
“Well, my friend, it’s actually your ass that is in danger,” I clarified.
Apparently feeling a bit more confident and frisky, Kyle got a purely evil look on his face and said, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m a top.”
Before he could move, I reached up and smacked the back of his head.
“Ow!”
“Get used to it because we’re gonna be banging your head on the headboard of my bed before long.”
Kyle smiled, stepped back in, and planted another kiss on me. “Okay,” he said. “But at the moment, we both need to get to work to keep the wolf away from the door. Dinner tonight at seven thirty?”
“You won’t be too tired? And wait! I distinctly remember the card saying fuck first, dinner second.”
“Okay. I’ll bring carryout that we can eat after you fuck me bowlegged.”
“Deal. And you bring the lube.”
“Until tonight.” Kyle took my hand in his, placed a gentle kiss on my knuckles, and led me downstairs and out of the building. Work took us in opposite directions, but I was welcomed back to my workplace because I was in a significantly better mood—less gloomy and less bitchy.
Chapter 8
AT SEVEN thirty on the dot, I heard a knock at the door. I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear when I opened the door to find a positively delicious-looking Kyle standing there holding up a bag of something.
“That’ll be twenty-four fifty, sir. And I expect a good tip too. Do you know how far I had to climb to get here?”
Without a word I pulled Kyle inside the door to my apartment, gave him a chaste little kiss and my own version of a killer smile. “Oh, have no fear. I’ll be tipping you.”
“Is that a promise?”
“No. It’s a guarantee.”
“Thank God!” Kyle said, falling to his knees. “Finally I’m gonna get laid.”
“Like you have any right to complain!” I said.
“Hey!” Kyle said, returning to his feet. “I haven’t had a lot of sex in my life, and the last time was more than two years!”
“Why the fuck would you do that, so to speak?”
“Well, let’s see. Combine the utter lack of self-esteem because I don’t find myself attractive or worthy of love with working one hundred hours a week in residency, with being $250,000 in debt from medical school, with being raised by strict ultraconservative Southern fundamentalist parents… want me to go on?”
“No. I think I’ve got the picture. So, are you a virgin?”
“Not quite.”
“Not quite? You either are or you’re not. Which is it? You’ve had sex with a man?”
“I’ve had sex with you, haven’t I? You are a man, aren’t you? I remember that much from my anatomy classes.”
“Very funny. Now answer my question. Have you ever had sex with a man?”
“Kind of.”
“What does ‘kind of’ mean?”
Kyle tipped his head back slightly, sniffed the air, furrowed his brow, and said, “Hey! Is something burning? Trust me—I’m tall.”
“Bullshit! There is nothing cooking. And what does being tall have to do with anything?”
“Being tall has given me phenomenal abilities.”
“Oh, yeah? I need proof.”
“Here,” he said, thrusting the bag of carryout at me. “Can I use your bathroom? I really need to pee.”
“Is that one of your exceptional abilities? Got news for ya, babe—all men pee.” I couldn’t help but smile as I said, “Sure. You know where it is?”
“I’ll find it. Thanks.”
Curious about what Kyle had brought for dinner, I carried the bag into the kitchen
