his legs wider. She slipped her hand down the waistband of his sweatpants and wrapped
her warm fingers around the shaft. A moment later, young Carl pulled down his pants. He
had a full erection; she began stroking it very slowly.
Older Carl shook turned to the Ghost and said, “I want to leave. I don’t want to
see this.” He knew this wasn’t the first time a confused young gay man had had sex with
a woman. But he didn’t want to watch something he wished he could have prevented.
The Ghost pointed to the sofa and shook the black glove up and down.
When Carl looked down at them again, Donna was pulling young Carl’s pants off.
She yanked them off his legs and shoved them under the coffee table. Then she stood up
and pulled off his sweatshirt. Her fingertips brushed against his underarms and he
laughed. “That tickles,” he said. He was so drunk and his voice was so slurred it was hard
to understand what he’d said.
When young Carl was naked except for a pair of white sweat socks, Donna
removed all of her clothes. Then she sat on his lap and straddled his erection. He’d drifted
off to sleep by then, so she tapped his face a few times to try to wake him up. There was
no kissing or foreplay. She knew what she wanted and young Carl did not try to stop her.
His penis slipped into her body so fast his head went back and his jaw dropped. Donna placed her palms on young Carl’s naked chest and rode his erection until he made a face
and grunted. His legs wiggled, his toes curled back, and his body jerked.
After they both climaxed, he rested his head on the sofa and he closed his eyes.
While he was still deep inside her body, he drifted into a heavy sleep. She rolled her hips
in slow circles and rubbed his muscular chest. Before she climbed down from his lap, she
kissed him on the cheek and said, “Merry Christmas, my love. You may or may not
remember, but I’ll never forget this night.”
Carl crossed back to the other side of the small apartment and said to the Ghost,
“I remember her grabbing my penis. It felt good. But I was never sure about whether or
not we had sex that night. I certainly didn’t know she had feelings for me. The woman
was in love with me, and I never knew. Can we please leave now? I’ve seen enough.”
The Ghost lifted the black glove and nodded. Carl closed his eyes and touched it.
But when Carl opened his eyes again, he was still in the same apartment. Only now it was
daylight. He looked at the Ghost and shouted, “I thought we were leaving. I want to go
back home now.”
The Ghost moaned and pointed to the sofa.
Young Carl was sleeping. He was naked and there was a white cover over the
bottom half of his legs. Donna was in the kitchen area making coffee. While she was
measuring teaspoons of coffee into the filter of an old chrome coffeepot, there was a soft
knock on the front door.
Young Carl opened his eyes and sat up. He looked down at his naked body and
rubbed his forehead. Then he pulled the covers up to his waist fast and said, “Why am I
naked? Are you expecting anyone? My head is killing me.” Donna put down the coffee and smiled. She shrugged her shoulders and said,
“You’re naked because you got drunk last night. And I have no idea who that could be.”
Her voice was light and cheerful, and she was showered and dressed. She smiled so wide,
her gums showed.
There was a louder knock and Victor’s deep voice shouted, “Carl, are you there? I
have to talk to you, and I don’t have much time. I saw your car outside.”
Young Carl’s eyes opened wide. He pointed at Donna and said, “Don’t open the
door yet. I want to get dressed. Where are my clothes?”
“I folded them this morning,” she said, and pointed to a small chair with chipped
white paint.
Young Carl scrambled to his feet with the cover wrapped around his waist. His
body wobbled and he almost stumbled over the coffee table.
While he was putting on his sweatpants, Victor knocked again. “C’mon, Carl. I
know you’re upset. But I have to talk to you. It’s important.”
Young Carl reached for his sweatshirt and shouted, “I’ll be right there.”
Donna lifted the coffee can and placed it up on a shelf. She plugged the coffeepot
into the wall and smiled. “You see,” she said. “I knew you guys wouldn’t stay mad at
each other for long. You’re like brothers. You did all that worrying for nothing.”
Young Carl ignored her. He pulled the sweatshirt over his body and crossed to the
door. When he opened it, he stared at Victor for a moment without speaking. Victor was
wearing faded jeans and a thick, white cable knit sweater. The long black scarf Carl had
given him for Christmas was around his neck. Older Carl watched the two young men stare at each other in the doorway. He
remembered how difficult it had been not to lift his arms and wrap them around Victor’s
strong shoulders. The only thing he wanted to do was fall into the arms of the man he’d
been in love with all his life. He’d had to clench his fists and press his lips together hard
to remain in control. He knew he couldn’t let Donna to see him hug Victor in that way.
He didn’t want her to suspect they were lovers.
He also remembered feeling so awkward that morning. His hair was disheveled,
his mouth was dry, and his eyes were swollen and red.
But the way he looked didn’t seem to matter to Victor. He smiled and said, “Can
we talk somewhere in private? It’s very important. I’m on my way to the airport right
now.”
Donna was standing behind young Carl by then. She took a shallow breath and
said, “Come on in, Victor. I’ll go out to the store. I’m out of cream anyway.”
Young Carl touched her shoulder and said, “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
When she was gone, Victor put his arms around Carl and said, “I’m leaving today.
My father is sending me to Europe.” Then he reached behind Carl’s back and placed his
strong hand on Carl’s ass. He squeezed Carl’s flesh a few times and took a shallow breath.
Young Carl stepped back and stared at him. “Europe?”
Victor sighed. He leaned forward and bit Carl’s earlobe. His breathing increased
and his other hand grabbed Carl’s ass. “He won’t even speak to me,” Victor said. “This
morning he told me he had arranged for me to study in England. He made all the
necessary phone calls and ordered a one-way ticket on a flight to London leaving in less
than two hours. My bags were packed and waiting in the front hall.” “And you’re going?” Carl leaned forward and put his arms around Victor’s wide
shoulders. His penis was growing; his heart was beating faster. While Victor continued to
play with his ass, he arched his back and rested his head on Victor’s chest.
Victor shrugged. “I don’t have a choice,” he said. “Either I go to England today,
or he’s going to cut me off completely and throw me out of the house. I don’t know what
else to do.”
Older Carl looked at the Ghost of Christmas Past and frowned. He remembered
thinking Victor could have fought his father. Carl had loved Victor so much he would
have fought anyone who had tried to keep them apart. He would have given anything he
owned to be with him. But then again, at the time, Carl didn’t have much to sacrifice. The
only thing he could sacrifice for Victor was his happiness. Victor had always had
everything he’d ever wanted. It would have been selfish and cruel to ask him to give up
his entire life, and his family, for a poor slob who went to a state college on a scholarship.
But young Carl didn’t get mad at him. He smiled and said, “I’m glad you told me
you’re leaving. I would have been devastated if you hadn’t.” Then he placed his hands on
Carl’s shoulders and said, “We could live without money. Money isn’t the most
important thing in the world. As long as we have each other, we don’t need much
money.”
Older Carl pressed his palm to his chest and shouted, “Stupid, naïve fool. Yeah,
right. You think you can live on
love
in this world? I can’t believe words as stupid as
those ever came from my mouth.”
Victor breezed over his comment about not needing money. He put his arms
around him and kissed him on the mouth. When he was finished kissing, he put both hands down the back of young Carl’s pants and said, “This won’t keep us apart. I love
you more than anyone or anything. We’ll be together.”
“What time does your plane leave?”
Victor looked at his watch. “I should go now.”
“Wait,” Carl said, reaching down to unzip Victor’s jeans. “I want to give you
something to think about while you’re over in England.”
“We don’t have much time,” Victor said. Young Carl’s right hand was already
inside his pants and Victor wasn’t pulling away.
He pulled Victor’s erection out of his jeans and said, “This won’t take long.”
Then he pulled down his own pants and kneeled on the floor.
Older Carl watched them both and smiled. He remembered that the best part about
having sex with Victor was that Victor always climaxed for him with little effort.
Victor closed his eyes and spread his legs. When his solid dick was in front of
young Carl’s face, young Carl opened his mouth and sucked the entire shaft to the back
of his throat. His lips protruded and his cheeks indented. He pressed his tongue flat
against the thick vein on the bottom of Victor’s shaft and started to move his head back
and forth. He sucked hard; his head moved fast. While he was sucking Victor off, he
grabbed his own penis and started jerking it.
He grabbed young Carl’s head, placing both palms over his ears and pressing hard,
bucking his hips at the same time. He rammed his penis into young Carl’s mouth the
same way he’d banged it into his body the night before. His pubic hairs brushed against
young Carl’s nose; his large balls smacked into young Carl’s wet chin. Older Carl watched; he remembered that blow job well. It had only taken a few
minutes to get Victor off. Carl had felt the head of Victor’s penis swell; he’d tasted
Victor’s tangy pre-come. While he watched them, he folded his arms across his chest and
pursed his lips.
When Victor finally grunted and said, “I’m close,” young Carl started jerking his
own penis with more intensity. And when Victor finally exploded, his climax was so
powerful that young Carl’s head jerked. Older Carl knew younger Carl felt his come
splash against the back of his throat. Older Carl remembered how Victor’s come had
tickled the inside of his mouth and how he’d had to gulp it down fast so he wouldn’t
cough or gag. He’d never tasted come as sweet as Victor’s, and that was the last time he
would ever taste it.
While young Carl was still sucking the last sweet drops of Victor’s love, he came
a second later. He erupted all over Donna’s threadbare carpet, with his cheeks still
indented and his tongue still pressed against the bottom of Victor’s shaft.
Then Victor stepped back and his dick slipped out of young Carl’s mouth. Victor
looked down at him and smiled. He ran his hand through young Carl’s hair and said,
“Your lips are all puffy and red. You look like you just finished sucking my dick. And
there’s come dripping from the corner of your mouth.” His eyebrows went up and down
fast. “I like that.”
Young Carl looked into his soft eyes and smiled, then stuck out his tongue and
slowly licked the corner of his mouth clean. “Is that better?” he asked. Victor lifted his shrinking penis and rubbed the head across young Carl’s puffy
lips. “You look beautiful just like that, on your knees in front of me. I love you so much.”
Then he shoved his dick back into his jeans, adjusted his balls, and pulled his zipper up.
Young Carl stood and pulled up his pants. Victor straightened his long legs and
smoothed the front of his sweater. Victor was about to hug him, but the door opened
wide and Donna walked into the apartment with a small brown bag in her hand. She
smiled at them both and said, “I’m so glad you guys made up.” Then she patted Victor on
the arm and said, “I don’t think I would have been able to deal with Carl if you hadn’t.”
Victor ignored her. He looked into young Carl’s eyes and said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” Carl said. “You’d better get moving. You’ll miss your flight.” He
was lying. He was ready to crumble into a million different pieces.
Older Carl remembered this well. His stomach had been in knots, his legs had
been ready to buckle, and his heart had been beating so fast he wasn’t sure he’d be able to
catch his breath. But he didn’t want Victor to think he was weak and desperate. He’d
