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If I should fall behind, Guyster, wait for me.
Chance meeting
We always celebrated our anniversary on the day after Thanksgiving, but really we’d met a few weeks before on November 17, 1992. Had it not been for that prior intersection, we’d probably wouldn’t have met at all, and the past fourteen years wouldn’t have had the light and game and love that Billy gave me.

We didn’t bother asking each other’s name that night fourteen years ago. No need. We weren’t fixing to make conversation in that nasty little homemade sex club in the warehouse district of Santa Monica where if you had to pee, you did it in a bucket of bleach over in the corner.

I’d broken a four-year fast from cocaine that night with my friend Bob, and after Bob and I went our separate ways, I headed off to this club I’d only heard about because I was all sexed up and it was nearby.

The director of a film I’d produced was there sitting in one of the few chairs in the place. We’d always hated one another, but I was high so I ended up blowing him anyway while others watched. One of the onlookers was Billy. After John squirted, I spotted Billy. He was perfect in my looks book—about four inches shorter than my six-foot frame, a natural body that looked built from work and not weights, thick black hair, dark eyes, and the very necessary mustache.

Yeah, I saw all of that in the lowlight of the club, and I walked over to him, cupping his crotch with my right hand. That’s how gays say hello, sometimes.

He cupped back, and we started kissing off to the side of the one-roomed club. Cupping became groping, our dicks now out of our zippers, and being all high, I took all of my clothes off and pulled him down on top of me while I was flat on my back on the dirty cement floor. He laughed, played along, and I soon had positioned his perfect bubble ass on my face where I rimmed him while he jerked me off.

I wiped my mouth with my forearm when I stood back up, smiled at him, nodding a Thank You, and split. When I got home and needed to jerk off again to get to sleep from the cocaine, I thought of that butt of his, that beautiful round butt.

He didn’t pass my mind until we met again a few weeks later at a party the night after Thanksgiving. We never noted November 17th, but that’s really the night when our lives would forever change.


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perfectlylegal From: perfectlylegal Date: November 17th, 2006 06:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow. That's quite a story. You were a little shy at first, no? ;)
stutts From: stutts Date: November 17th, 2006 06:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Doesn't peeing into bleach create mustard gas?

Also *sadface* that crotch-cupping isn't an accepted straight greeting as well.
wordweaverlynn From: wordweaverlynn Date: November 17th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is both hot and romantic.
quirkstreet From: quirkstreet Date: November 17th, 2006 08:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Then I think I'll say Happy Anniversary. :) Hugs.
ruralrob From: ruralrob Date: November 17th, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sweet. I always love your tales of Billy. Together, they add up to a very profound memorial, td.
zodmicrobe From: zodmicrobe Date: November 17th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
i love, love, love this story. it would actually make a great short.
quuf From: quuf Date: November 17th, 2006 08:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're in my thoughts (more than usual) today.
mengus From: mengus Date: November 17th, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC) (Link)


I love reading about Billy. I always wondered how you met. He watched you blow someone, and then you sniffed his butt, you slut(just kidding)! Hi papa, I've missed you. Thank you for writing this.
poodler From: poodler Date: November 17th, 2006 10:04 pm (UTC) (Link)


Very nice story of your meeting, although I'm not sure that Hallmark will be calling you for permission on a made for television adaptation.

"I walked over to him, cupping his crotch with my right hand. That’s how gays say hello, sometimes" made me giggle. I SOOOO look forward to saying hello to you one day (grin).

Have you considered writing a novel based on your life with Billy? You should if you haven't. Certainly Augustin Bourroughs has nothing on you.
fabulist From: fabulist Date: November 17th, 2006 10:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm not sure "chance meeting" is even remotely accurate, even said with irony, in the event of an intersection of personality that redeemed the soul you were so sure you'd long since sold or given away.

Chance? I'd have said so, too, until not so long ago.

Still, you can't help but wonder who's pulling the strings.
ubermunkey From: ubermunkey Date: November 17th, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
This has me all over the place and is one of my favorite things you've ever written and that dear man is saying something. You've confused my body and mind with super hot sex scenes and the very real and tender love that transcends sex and gender, to something eternal.

I love you T.
welfy From: welfy Date: November 17th, 2006 11:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Happy anniversary! I grab my boyfriend's crotch when I see him, too! :^)
brianrdu From: brianrdu Date: November 18th, 2006 02:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Not pretty by any means, but certainly beautiful. If that makes any sense.
tedwords From: tedwords Date: November 18th, 2006 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)
What an interesting way to start the most important chapter of your life! I can't say that my first meeting with Corb was quite that interesting... ;)
journeyto From: journeyto Date: November 20th, 2006 08:52 am (UTC) (Link)
It's amazing to me how Love can sometimes be right around the corner. The most unexpected corners.
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