Calling All Cars
Richard ran to the subway and realized he didn’t have a Metro Card.
He jumped the turnstile but the token booth clerk had her head buried in a copy of the ‘New York Times’.
Where am I going to stay? he wondered.
What about my cat? He thought for sure Robert, who had him put out and arrested would surely take care of Bette Middler, his tabby. But Robert could be very vindictive and he wasn’t sure his cat would survive the hostile separation in process.
I’m not going to stay with my cousin, I can’t stand Jose his lover, besides, they drink way too much, reasoned Richard.
Richard got of the subway and called his friend Rodney from a pay phone in the West Village.
"Hey Rodney, this is Richard, wassup?"
"Why are you calling me? You never call unless you want sex," responded Rodney, a guy he met in an AOL chat room, otherwise known as NYCMarine.
"Look Rodney, Robert had me arrested and thrown out of my own house. Can I come stay at your place," inquired Richard.
"Yes, you can stay with me, but I don’t want you sleeping in my bed with me," informed Rodney.
"No problem. Rodney, you are the best… and it’s true what it says in your profile, you do have a 9 inch uncut rod," said Richard with a smile.
"Watch your mouth, or I’ll put you out too," replied Rodney.
Richard headed uptown to Washington Heights to his chat room buddy’s house.
Three months earlier the two thought they would be a great match, their profiles seemed to fit, and both served their country in the military, but when the two met for a fast love "hook-up" Richard thought Rodney’s dick was too small and Rodney felt Richard’s ass hole was more used than the Holland Tunnel.
Besides, Richard had a lover, Robert, and couldn’t commit to anything more than quickies from time to time to satisfy his jar-head trick.
But they became very good friends. Nobody on AOL could fantasy role-play prisoner of war games like Rodney and Richard, and the two still sometimes had sex, although both claimed that what was said on each other’s profiles was exaggerated.
Richard and Rodney’s on- line romance began with a simple IM on AOL, "Top or Bottom?"
"Top" wrote Rodney in the rectangular box and hit the little blue button to send.
"No such thing as far as I’m concerned," responded Richard.
"Why do you say that?" asked Rodney.
"Because every TOP that sees my topping tool turns into a bottom," explained Richard while writing on his computer.
"I assure you I’m 100% top," promised Rodney.
"I see in your profile you were in the Marines. I was in the Army. For real, dude. Check your mail. I sent you a picture of my ass," teletyped former Army communications specialist Richard.
"81457 St. Nicholas Avenue, Apt. 21D, (212) B-R 549," answered Rodney via IM.
"I have a boyfriend. He’s sleeping. I can’t leave right now," expressed Richard with his keyboard.
"Damn, the good ass is always claimed," wrote Rodney in un-capitalized letters.
That’s how Richard and Rodney began a relationship that blossomed to something outside an AOL chat room.
One lonely evening, while on- line, and sick of thinking about who Robert, his lover was screwing, Richard sent Rodney an IM and offered to help him move into his new apartment the next day.
"You know who your good friends are when you have to move," wrote Rodney to open the evening’s on-line dialogue.
"You didn’t tell me you were moving," said Richard. "Finally getting out of momma’s house?" asked Richard.
Richard volunteered to lend his highly toned gym body for something more than sex, "I’ll help you move if you don’t have any other help," wrote Richard seductively.
"We are not meeting to have sex," insisted NYCMarine, a military man who found true freedom in a chat room.
The two former warriors did end up sleeping together after a day of moving furniture.
"You have a really nice ass, in person," said Rodney in his real voice, not typed in a instant message box, as Richard bent down time and again to pick up boxes for Rodney.
Sex between the two branches of the military was horrible.
"That was the worst sex I ever had," said Rodney with a tiny hard-on.
"Spare me. It ain’t my fault you got a white-boy dick on a black man’s body," rebuffed Richard.
The two decided to become friends instead.
Despite their love-hate relationship, months later Rodney rescued Richard when he needed a roof over his head after his cheating lover rode him out of town on a rail and had him arrested by the police after a simple lover’s quarrel.
Richard entered Rodney’s apartment exhausted from a night in prison and an evening of having sex with a photographer he met in a porn shop in Time Square.
"You look like I felt when I finally left my mother’s house," said Rodney with a smile.
He handed Richard a set of keys and stated, "My tenement apartment is your tenement apartment, stay here for as long as you have to".
He jumped the turnstile but the token booth clerk had her head buried in a copy of the ‘New York Times’.
Where am I going to stay? he wondered.
What about my cat? He thought for sure Robert, who had him put out and arrested would surely take care of Bette Middler, his tabby. But Robert could be very vindictive and he wasn’t sure his cat would survive the hostile separation in process.
I’m not going to stay with my cousin, I can’t stand Jose his lover, besides, they drink way too much, reasoned Richard.
Richard got of the subway and called his friend Rodney from a pay phone in the West Village.
"Hey Rodney, this is Richard, wassup?"
"Why are you calling me? You never call unless you want sex," responded Rodney, a guy he met in an AOL chat room, otherwise known as NYCMarine.
"Look Rodney, Robert had me arrested and thrown out of my own house. Can I come stay at your place," inquired Richard.
"Yes, you can stay with me, but I don’t want you sleeping in my bed with me," informed Rodney.
"No problem. Rodney, you are the best… and it’s true what it says in your profile, you do have a 9 inch uncut rod," said Richard with a smile.
"Watch your mouth, or I’ll put you out too," replied Rodney.
Richard headed uptown to Washington Heights to his chat room buddy’s house.
Three months earlier the two thought they would be a great match, their profiles seemed to fit, and both served their country in the military, but when the two met for a fast love "hook-up" Richard thought Rodney’s dick was too small and Rodney felt Richard’s ass hole was more used than the Holland Tunnel.
Besides, Richard had a lover, Robert, and couldn’t commit to anything more than quickies from time to time to satisfy his jar-head trick.
But they became very good friends. Nobody on AOL could fantasy role-play prisoner of war games like Rodney and Richard, and the two still sometimes had sex, although both claimed that what was said on each other’s profiles was exaggerated.
Richard and Rodney’s on- line romance began with a simple IM on AOL, "Top or Bottom?"
"Top" wrote Rodney in the rectangular box and hit the little blue button to send.
"No such thing as far as I’m concerned," responded Richard.
"Why do you say that?" asked Rodney.
"Because every TOP that sees my topping tool turns into a bottom," explained Richard while writing on his computer.
"I assure you I’m 100% top," promised Rodney.
"I see in your profile you were in the Marines. I was in the Army. For real, dude. Check your mail. I sent you a picture of my ass," teletyped former Army communications specialist Richard.
"81457 St. Nicholas Avenue, Apt. 21D, (212) B-R 549," answered Rodney via IM.
"I have a boyfriend. He’s sleeping. I can’t leave right now," expressed Richard with his keyboard.
"Damn, the good ass is always claimed," wrote Rodney in un-capitalized letters.
That’s how Richard and Rodney began a relationship that blossomed to something outside an AOL chat room.
One lonely evening, while on- line, and sick of thinking about who Robert, his lover was screwing, Richard sent Rodney an IM and offered to help him move into his new apartment the next day.
"You know who your good friends are when you have to move," wrote Rodney to open the evening’s on-line dialogue.
"You didn’t tell me you were moving," said Richard. "Finally getting out of momma’s house?" asked Richard.
Richard volunteered to lend his highly toned gym body for something more than sex, "I’ll help you move if you don’t have any other help," wrote Richard seductively.
"We are not meeting to have sex," insisted NYCMarine, a military man who found true freedom in a chat room.
The two former warriors did end up sleeping together after a day of moving furniture.
"You have a really nice ass, in person," said Rodney in his real voice, not typed in a instant message box, as Richard bent down time and again to pick up boxes for Rodney.
Sex between the two branches of the military was horrible.
"That was the worst sex I ever had," said Rodney with a tiny hard-on.
"Spare me. It ain’t my fault you got a white-boy dick on a black man’s body," rebuffed Richard.
The two decided to become friends instead.
Despite their love-hate relationship, months later Rodney rescued Richard when he needed a roof over his head after his cheating lover rode him out of town on a rail and had him arrested by the police after a simple lover’s quarrel.
Richard entered Rodney’s apartment exhausted from a night in prison and an evening of having sex with a photographer he met in a porn shop in Time Square.
"You look like I felt when I finally left my mother’s house," said Rodney with a smile.
He handed Richard a set of keys and stated, "My tenement apartment is your tenement apartment, stay here for as long as you have to".
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