Chapter 2: Chapter 2
He laughs at me. “What are you looking at?”
I shake out of my intoxicated state, no longer numb because of his perfect body.
Arrogantly, he asks, “You want to touch one of my pecs, don’t you? Every fag does. Not that I blame him.”
“I don’t. You’re not that hot.” It’s a total lie, but whatever.
He continues to laugh. “Stop fooling yourself. I’m a god, and you know it. You’re like every other guy on the planet. You want to kneel down and slip my cock into the back of your throat.”
I roll my eyes, disgusted with his reeking ego. “That’s not me, Jamie. I’m a one-man guy. You know this. I don’t go from one cock to the next.”
“I’m the only man you need.” He pulls down his Nike shorts to his ankles, showing off his six-inch limp dick, blond triangle of pubic hair, and furry sack of balls that hangs between his thighs—massive junk.
Jesus. He’s gorgeous. Think Thor or Aquaman. Think Hercules or Neptune. Just beautiful. No wonder he’s an arrogant asshole. I’d probably be the same way if I had a body like his.
He strokes his tool with his left hand. “Get over here and suck it, Ricky Farr. You can have it if you want. I’ll try not to gag you with my load.”
“Pull up your shorts, Jamie,” I instruct him. “I’m not blowing you.”
He waves his free hand at me. “Stop joshing. We both know you want to eat it, and I want to get off. So get busy and get the job done. Make us both happy.”
Typical Jamie Oakley. Always thinking every queer wants him. Always ready to have sex. Always too involved and absorbed with himself and not the rest of the world. I’m not surprised.
Again, I tell him, “Pull up your shorts, guy. You’re not getting off because I’m not sucking you.”
He waves his semi-hard dick at me like a flag, holding it by its veined base. “Come on. Feel me and thrill me, Ricky.”
I shake my head and begin my exit. “I’m making one more trip of boxes with my truck. I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”
He pulls up his Nike shorts, covering his privates. “I can’t make it at eight. Change it to nine. I’m going out to Pete’s Palace and expect to tie one on. I’m hoping two studs take me home and have fun with me.”
Pete’s Palace is a queer bar with dancing queens, hot bartenders, and sexy construction workers who pass out lap dances like Tic Tacs. All the gays in Templeton hang there in the evenings and get wasted, laid, and experience a good time. I’m not one of them, preferring my ass on a sofa, an action-packed movie, and iced water.
“Nine then,” I tell him.
“Nine,” he replies, and follows me out of the apartment, closing its door behind us.
* * * *
On my drive back to Great Aunt Sassy’s mansion to pick up more boxes (paperback books, a few knickknacks, and oil-on-canvas paintings) and tote them by myself to Radbury Place, I realize Jamie and I are severe frenemies. We’re sort of friends, but we constantly battle each other. For the last three years, we’ve acted this way: in each other’s faces, always combative, and never happy with each other. We can’t seem to be on the same page, and we’re constantly at each other’s throats. I begin an argument by asking him a question that he’s not comfortable with, and he usually explodes on me, telling me to fuck off. We’re toxic together. Friends who aren’t really friends.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Jamie. But, sometimes, he’s just too much to deal with: his cranky mood and his negative bursts. Haters are going to hate, right? Right. The difference between he and I is simple, though. I’ve never been a hater and never will be. There’s something about Jamie that irritates me when we’re together: his lack of compliments for people, his overwhelming sense of selfishness, his brutal honesty, and his tasteless arrogance. It all drives me mad, sending me over some pier, and plummets me into an invisible state of misery while in his presence, always unable to handle him.
This is just one of the many reasons why I stay away from him. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? Right. Well, distance can make the friendship stronger, too. Avoiding Jamie makes me like him better. I know this sounds ridiculous and callous, but it’s the truth. I purposely keep out of Jamie’s life so I can feel better and not worry about him being a jerk around me. Birds of a feather flock together. Another over-used cliché. But in my case, it’s precise regarding content. Jamie and I aren’t together. And surely we’re not from the same flock. It’s nice being distanced from him.
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