chapter one
Flesh. Tantalizing, hot, wet, sensual, hands grabbing, heart pumping, blood rushing, sweaty, lumpy, hairy, Oh GOD!
The alarm sounded, waking me up from a troublesome sleep into a brand new work day. yay....
I had the oddest dream ever. It started out at a bar. I can't remember what came between the bar and the part with me sleeping with a fat man, going through a mid-life crisis, but it sure was strange and horrible. I'm glad that was only a dream.
I groped around the night stand, trying to find the source of that infernal beeping. Finding it, I hit the snooze button, then rolled over to enjoy a blissful ten more minutes of sleep only to come face to face with the horrible old fat man from my dream. AHHHHH!
I groaned and rolled over into a pool of my own sweat. That grossed me out to the point where I felt that if I didn't shower I would die, so I hauled my ass out of bed, gave the fat guy the once over, and went into the bathroom
"So Lyzander, how were things last night?" my friend Barnaby said while coming up behind me and clamping his hand on my shoulder. Laughter jumped in his bright green eyes, a sure sign that he was amused at something.
I was in the middle of a dirt field with the sun pouring down on top of my head. It was only nine a.m., but the sun was already unbearable. We had been working on building an church that called for very meticulous design structure, for about a month now. It seemed to be heading into a whole lot of nothing, but the boss insisted on not starting over, so we really didn't have a choice. The boss was very stingey with money.
"What are you talking about Barnaby?" I asked causally. If he didn't know about my renegade with the fat man last night, then I didn't want to let him onto it.
He brushed his floppy brown hair out of his eyes and gave me a knowing smirk.
"Oh sure Lyzander, play it off like you don't know what I'm talking about." He sat down on a beam next to me, and motioned for me to do the same. "You know I was with you at the bar last night. I've never seen anyone pack away as many drinks as you did last night. Well, not seen anyone do it since the last time I was at the bar with you, but that's not the point."
I sighed and shook my head.
"Okay, so you know about last night's sex partner. Does it really shock you? this isn't the first time i've done something like this."
"True," he said while dwelling on it for a while. Barnaby always took a while to think things over before talking. "but you know you could do a lot better. There are tons of chicks that would die to get in your pants."
"You know I'm gay." I said to him for about the thousandth time in my life. Barnaby is as straight as an arrow, and just assumes that the rest of the world is too. It's not like he's a homophobe, he just doesn't think about those things.
"It's a pity you are. You'd get so many more girls than I do, and I do not lie." he said while solemnly crossed his heart with a stick he picked off the ground.
I laughed and pushed his shoulder, causing him to break into a smile.
"Come on," I said while pushing him up by his back, "we ought to get working or we'll never finish."
We both stood and admired what part of the church was already built.
"Oh yeah that's right. We wouldn't want to upset Captain Tight Ass again."
He made a scared face and started running towards the construction site. He was like a never ending ball of energy. It was too hot for me to run, so I continued walking until I hit the sizzling steel that made up the frame of the church. Yep, another usual day at the job.
I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm sooooooo drunk.
I swore I wouldn't get wasted again after last night, but you can guess where I am, and you have no idea how very wasted I am.
The room was swirling around me into one big oil spill. All the faces blending together and my head pounded with the pulse of the music.
The music...yeah, the music. The bass was so rib shaking that I could feel the music in my body. The vibrations sent messages to my brain that told it it wanted ass. It wanted it now. There was plenty of that here. I can have anyone I want. They are all my slaves.
I looked around the room, looking for the biggest desire of my heart. Everyone looked great considering their faces were blurred and it was hard to distinguish one from another. I wish the blood would stop racing to my pelvic region.
I kept looking but then stopped as my eyes fell on the back corner of the room. There he was, the choice of the night.
There he was standing slightly shorter than me, trying to act like he didn't care about anything that was going on around him.
He had long blonde hair, much like myself, and wore tight fitting jeans and a lose tee-shirt that showed his mid-riff. Oh how 80's rock of him. It made me giggle.
He was sipping a drink casually with his foot up against the wall, leaning on it. The lights were hitting him just right to give him a seductive, shadowy air. I needed him now.
After taking two more shots (for confidence) of something horrible that Barnaby gave me, I walked over and stood next to him.
"Hey there sexy." I heard myself say in a slurred voice. "Does a fine person like you have a name?"
He watched me for a bit.
"Mackenzie." he finally said. Now the thing about me is, I tend to get pretty stupid when I'm drunk. Like stupid as in cracking insanely idiotic jokes and laughing my ass off at them.
"Really? Wow, can I call you Mack? As in Mack-Daddy?" I found this profoundly amusing, and laughed my ass off at it. He didn't find it as amusing as I did.
"Um...I guess so. If it makes you happy." he said after more than a moments hesitation. He had a rather high voice for a guy. I thought it was sexy.
"All right Mack-Daddy." I said while flinging my arm over his shoulder. I don't think he was anywhere near as wasted as I was, but that didn't really matter at the moment. "How would a lucky person such as yourself, like to go home with me tonight to get a little hippity-dippity action going on?"
Yet again I was dying in my own humor. He looked at me in a considering way, and then finally nodded in agreement. This was all way too easy. I think this was the fastest I had ever bagged anyone. Score!
I took his hand and led him out to my car, and then back to the apartment. I don't know how I got us home in one piece. I'm not usually the type to drink and drive, but when you catch me in the mood for love, I'm a victim of my own bad judgment.
Back inside the house, as soon as we got in I had him pinned up against the wall with my tongue down his throat. He didn't seem too into it at first, but after a while he gave into my sexy ways.
In no time we found ourselves on my bed. We were stripping each other in record speed. When I finally got to plunge inside him, I was filled with complete ecstasy that I forgot to notice one minor detail.....
Cursed alarm clock. I have to find more gentle means of waking up. I could think of a few off the top of my head, but that would require a live in boyfriend. Oh well, I guess you can't win them all.
I shut off the alarm and turned over so I could get a good look at who I had spent the night with.
When that good look was over, I nearly shit myself.
My mysterious man with the long blonde hair, high voice, and belly shirt was not really a man at all. It was a woman, and a fairly ugly woman at that.
My heart seemed to plunge into the back of my chest and stop beating all together for a while. I had sex with a woman. How could I not tell. Oh, that's right, I was too wasted to comprehend what I was doing.
Damn alcohol, and damn Lyzander. I hated myself then. I couldn't stay in that room any longer, so I got dressed quickly and left the apartment. She had to be gone by the time I got back.
It technically wasn't her fault that I thought she was a man. I just hated her because she should have known I was gay and stopped me. Okay, as myself as my witness, I'm going to buy a shirt that says "Gays Have More Fun", and flaunt it around town every chance I get. I would never let this happen again.
Trudging down the street I made a vow to myself that I would never drink again. This whole straight experience freaked me out way too much. This is why I am soooo glad that I'm gay.
