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| Diego |
“Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied.
Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on the dating apps. Living in Chantilly, Virginia, the nearest gay bars were in Arlington and Washington, D.C.. And I had even grown tired of those. Being of Indian descent, I was never the most desirable person in the place, but now that my age had a four in it and grey hairs started appearing at my temples and in my facial hair, I couldn’t get anyone to look at me. So I had just focused on my job and hanging out with my friends.
I liked the job I had, working in the head office for a fashion retailer. I was in charge of picking out products and designers for the stores to carry. And I loved doing that. The co-workers weren’t as much fun as the job, which my friends commented would be reason enough for them to quit. But I got more than enough satisfaction from the job itself. My best friends were my twin sister Kala, Michelle, and Linda. We had been a strong friend group for over a decade. We all grew up in Chantilly and still lived there. Michelle worked in D.C. and Linda in Arlington, but they loved their hometown too much to leave. Kala and I grew up together in Chantilly. Our parents also still lived here. We were quite a close-knit family. All three of my friends had found husbands and had settled down. I had been witness to all three of their weddings and they now had six kids between them. It sometimes stung that I was the last single one and they often made fun of me. Yet every Sunday we would meet and tell each other all the new dirt.
That Thursday morning I got a text from Michelle, she was performing in a dance recital and asked me to come. Michelle had danced for quite some time and I knew from earlier recitals that she was really good. So I was excited to see her dance again.
A few weeks later, Kala, Linda, and I got settled in our seats.
“Supposedly they are combining all the dance styles into one long performance”, Kala said while looking at the program. “Like, they just put the hip hop dancers with the ballet, contemporary… it’s everything!”
And once the show started, that was exactly what it was. Music would switch, but dancers would transition flawlessly until a new group took over. It was really well done. Michelle was great as usual in her jazz routine, but there was also a hip hop dancer who caught my eye. I felt like he was looking right at me throughout his routine, even though I was five rows back and slightly to the side. His tan skin and big brown eyes made him hard to miss. His roomy clothing and baseball cap made him look quite tough. He was the star of the hip hop routine.
Once the performance was over, Kala, Linda, and I waited for Michelle to come out of the dressing room. We saw her husband Irvin and her sister Erica. We all talked about the parts we liked the most while we eagerly enjoyed some food and drinks. I didn’t mention the hip hop dancer, even though I did look for him to come out as well. But it was Michelle who walked out first. We all gave her a hug and showered her with compliments. Kala told her how much she enjoyed the entire show and this time didn’t find herself waiting for her friend to come on.
At one point I did notice the hip hop dancer and his family and friends, and they were standing right next to us. Up close he looked younger than I thought, but also more muscular. I pretended not to notice and carried on with the conversation. But at one point, Michelle noticed him and said, “Diego! Come meet my husband, my sister, and my friends!”
And in walked Diego, still wearing the cap, but now with a casual tanktop and soccer pants that clung to his body. It was around 80 degrees out (27 Celsius), but I felt overdressed in my red, plaid button down shirt.
Diego shook all of our hands and saved me for last. I felt like he looked me up and down when he shook mine. As most people do, he struggled with my name, so I suggested he call me Sal. But he refused and had me say my name one more time.
“Sailesh. OK, I got it now. Nice to meet you.”
It was only then that he let go of my hand. Diego waved at Michelle and said, “I need to go back to my parents, they want pictures! Bye everyone, I hope you had a great night.”
Once he left, the entire group of people looked at me with a meaningful look.
“Sailesh!”, Kala exclaimed. “The chemistry was tangible!”
I laughed, but everyone else nodded in agreement.
“I don’t know, didn’t he seem a bit young?”
“He’s 25”, Michelle said, “but that really shouldn’t stop you!”
I smiled and said, “we’ll see what happens.”
Conversation went back to the show, but I checked Diego out a few more times as the reception went on.
The night had come to an end, and Kala, who had driven me and Linda, said she was ready to go.
“Do you mind if I use the restroom real quick?”
“Sure!”
I opened the door to the men’s restroom and immediately encountered Diego.
“Hey!”, he said enthusiastically.
“Hi”, I said, coyly.
“Can I ask you something?”, he said, but continued without waiting for an answer. “I spotted you in the audience during the show, I think you’re really good-looking. Would it be OK if I took you out to dinner, say, tomorrow?”
I was slightly taken aback by how all of this was going. After years of not seeing anyone who I was interested in, this sure seemed to be going fast.
“Tomorrow is Saturday, right?”, I said, pretending I wasn’t sure if I had plans on a Saturday night, which I don’t think I had had for months.
“Yeah, I can do Saturday.”
“Cool!”, he said, smiling at me. He grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Would you mind putting your number in here?”
I dialed my own number into his phone and gave it back to him.
“Cool!”, he said for a second time. “I’ll give you a text tomorrow. See you then!”
“Bye!”, I said, as Diego left the restroom area.
I could not believe that had just happened. During the car ride back I couldn’t stop talking about it. Kala and Linda must have been grateful I was the first to be dropped off after 5 minutes.
The next day Diego picked me up at my apartment building. He wore a green T-shirt that fit him just right around the chest and arms, and again a backwards cap. I waved to Mr Woodburn as I got in Diego’s car. He took me to a Korean chicken restaurant that I had been once before. It was really close to the Bawarchi restaurant my parents had started when they first moved to the United States 45 years ago. They still ran it to this day and loved doing it. I spent lots of my youth there. I didn’t tell Diego all of this. For now, at least. We sat down and conversation was immediately flirty. Diego talked about how seeing me distracted him from his performance at the start. I blushed. I had never had a date who was so forthcoming with compliments.
Diego asked me what I do for a living. After I told him, he said he works at the dance studio and teaches kids. He continued to tell me he came to the United States after being adopted. His biological parents were murdered in São Paulo when he was 6 years old. After living in an orphanage for a year, an American couple adopted him.
“I realize every day how lucky I am to live here after what happened.”
“Your parents were killed though, wasn’t that traumatic?”
“It was, but with the right support system I got through it. I have great parents now, they really took great care of me.”
Diego also told me he lived in a two-bedroom apartment on Fair Ridge Drive in Fairfax.
“I’m impressed. Isn’t that near the Hilton?”
“Yeah, right next to it.”
“Sounds fancy!”
It was a nice date. Diego touched my arm a few times during the dinner. He continued to say nice things about my appearance. I said he also looked very sexy, especially at the post-show reception. He smiled and we looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Kala had been right. The chemistry was tangible. I had not noticed the age difference in the slightest during our conversation.
Diego insisted on paying for dinner and suggested to show me his apartment. I was pretty sure I knew where this was leading, and our connection, his touching and flirtatiousness had gotten me quite horny. So I agreed.
It was a really nice apartment. Spacious and light. A nice balcony. Diego poured us both a drink. This is where I knew he wouldn’t be dropping me off at my apartment tonight. We continued to talk for a little longer, but the conversation soon trailed off and we started making out. His hands were soon unbuttoning my shirt, after which I took his off. His hands rummaged through the hair on my chest and stomach, but I felt a bit round in comparison to his smooth and developed chest and abs. I tried not to let my own body image bother me and focus on his beautiful body instead. His beautiful round nipples were just begging for my mouth, so I sucked and licked until Diego moaned out loud. He pulled me up so we were both standing and guided me to the bedroom. I kicked my shoes off and removed my socks on the way. When I looked up and we were in the bedroom, Diego had taken off his jeans and was standing there in white briefs that could barely contain him. I may have stared with an open mouth for a short period of time. His bulge, still directed downward, revealed all of his 10 inches. He had a cock that underwear wasn’t made for. I immediately got rock hard.
“That looks very promising”, I said. I pretty much jumped on him and pulled down his briefs. His cock was still only semi-hard. I sucked his uncut cock like it was my last time and he gained at least another inch when he finally was fully erect.
“I don’t know if I can take that”, I said.
“Don’t worry, the first time it’ll take some getting used to. I’ll be gentle.”
Diego suggested I choose the position I felt most comfortable in, so I laid on my back and held my knees up. He lubed my hole and I tried to relax as much as I could. Very gently his cock entered me and at first it was fine. But there was so much of him, I felt like he was up to my belly button. I’m pretty sure I yelped, but then moaned. This was an amazing feeling. Diego slowly but surely went faster and lowered his body onto mine.
“You’re really good at this”, he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself”, I said in between panting and moaning.
The sex was very intimate, unlike any other partner I had had. At one point I’m pretty sure he hit my prostate as I very randomly came handsfree when I wasn’t expecting it. But it was incredibly hot. That turned Diego on so much, he pulled out and came all over my stomach.
“Thank you for letting me do that”, he said.
“You are more than welcome!”
The next morning I woke up in Diego’s arms. I looked at him sleeping and realized I was already developing feelings for this guy. His messy black hair, now finally without the baseball cap, and his scruffy facial hair made him a nice sight to wake up to in the morning. I walked to the window and opened a curtain to admire the view.
“Hey”, I heard Diego whisper behind me. “Get that hairy ass back in my bed.”
I laughed and jumped back in bed with him. We cuddled for a little while, when I mentioned I was meeting the girls for Sunday brunch. He offered to drive me. I smiled.
“I would love that, especially if they were to see you.”
Because it was such a great day, brunch was more of a picnic in Ellanor C. Lawrence Park. Over text it had been agreed that Linda would bring food, and Kala would bring drinks. So I was off the hook. I could just show up.
When we got there, I already got a text that the girls were already at the picnic tables that were on the left side of the visitor’s center. Diego parked. We made out a little more. I thanked him for a great night and for driving me. But soon enough, I had to get out and find the girls.
“Call me!”, Diego said from the car window as he pulled out of his parking spot and then drove off.
I met the girls and they were all dying to know how my date went.
“He just drove me here”, I said.
The girls all gasped and started cheering.
“So you spent the night?”, Michelle wanted to know. “How did that go?”
“I swear to God… the size of a Subway sandwich”, I said.
Kala screamed. One by one, the girls asked for more details of the night as we ate and drank. We were pretty much alone in the park, there was barely anyone else, even though it was such a nice day.
It hadn’t been the first time that my love life was the main topic of conversation during Sunday brunch, but this time it wasn’t about what I needed to change about myself so I wouldn’t die alone. This time it was positive. Linda’s food was amazing as well, making it a great time. Suddenly I felt something pushing against my foot. When I looked down, a black Labrador looked at me and wagged its tail.
“Oh hi! You’re a pretty dog”, I said. The dog jumped up and down, and seemed very excited about something.
“He wants you to throw the frisbee”, I heard a low, masculine voice say. I turned around and a man in his mid-thirties walked up to our table. He was Caucasian, with short black hair and scruffy facial hair. He wore a grey wifebeater, out of which some black chest hair and muscled arms appeared, and black shorts. I looked down and saw the dog had pushed the frisbee against my foot, underneath the bench. It was hard for me to reach it.
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| Chuck |
“I’m Chuck”, he said, still crouched down beside me. We shook hands.
“I’m Sailesh”, I said.
“Nice to meet you, Sailesh”, he said. He stood up straight. “This is Duke, the love of my life.”
I looked back at the dog, who was still jumping up and down for the frisbee. Chuck threw it and Duke went running.
“If he does it again, just throw it, OK? Enjoy the rest of your meal”, Chuck smiled at the girls and walked off.
“Oh… my God”, Kala started.
“What?”, I asked.
“He was even sexier than Diego!”, Linda claimed.
“Really?”, I asked.
“Yeah, all rugged, yet loving with his dog… Sexy voice… Phew!”, Kala exclaimed.
“Beefy body…”, Linda continued.
“And did you see his booty as he walked away?”, Michelle asked.
“I don’t even think he’s gay”, I said.
All three of the girls laughed.
“I could only wish he introduced himself to me, but he only had eyes for you”, Linda said.
“And he got your name right on the first try”, Kala said, “it must be a sign.”
I laughed it off.
“I just met Diego, he is enough for now”, I said.
The girls erupted in a spontaneous “awwww”.
Diego and I had been the topic of conversation for about the first 30 minutes of brunch, when Michelle shared a story from backstage during the recital, and soon enough Kala had a story about her work that she wanted to share. Right as she asked for our advice, I again felt something pushing against my leg. The dog was back, wagging its tail and jumping up and down.
“Oh hey”, I said out loud, “it’s you again”.
I had forgotten the dog’s name, but I reached below the bench and picked up the frisbee.
“Oh, here he goes!”, Linda said.
I threw the frisbee as hard as I could without really looking. I wasn’t sure if it was the wind or the effect of my throw, but the frisbee seemed to take a sharp left turn mid-air. The dog ran as fast as it could, chasing it. Then I saw the owner. I had forgotten his name also. He was just strolling along in the distance, quite far from our table. But the frisbee was heading right for him, or to be exact, the back of his head.
“Uh oh…”, I uttered.
“Oh no!”, Michelle said.
And indeed, the frisbee hit the guy right in the head. He toppled over and hit the ground. He didn’t move and lay motionless in the grass. The dog even left the frisbee and went over to its owner.
“Crap”, I said, as I ran toward him. I heard at least one of the girls follow me. I saw the dog pushing its nose against the guy’s head, but he didn’t seem to be responding. Once I got to the guy, the dog was squealing. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as the guy lay face down. I kneeled beside him and tried to shake him. No response. Kala had now kneeled on the other side of the guy, and said “Chuck? Are you alright?”
Kala pushed Chuck over to his side and then onto his back, his body limp as a ragdoll as she pushed him around. His eyes were closed, his mouth hung open a bit. I heard Michelle on the phone explaining where we were, assuming she had called an ambulance. I saw Kala checking Chuck’s pulse and breathing.
“I think he’s going to be alright”, Kala said, surprisingly calm in all this.
“They want to know if he has a pulse!”, Michelle said, clearly more panicked.
“He does! And he’s breathing”, Kala replied.
“He does and he’s breathing”, Michelle repeated into the phone.
Kala and I looked at each other. I felt like I finally exhaled for the first time since throwing the frisbee.
“It was clearly an accident, you can’t blame yourself for this”, Kala said. “And he’s going to be just fine.” The dog yelped again and seemed so distressed, looking at its owner lying there.
“Don’t move him, they’re on their way”, Michelle said.
What Kala said was true, but still I felt so guilty I had to fight back the tears.
The ambulance got there remarkably quickly. Chuck had remained unresponsive for almost ten minutes. They put him on a stretcher and very quickly drove off with him. Kala was smart enough to ask which hospital.
All four of us stood in silence in the park until the dog suddenly barked.
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