CHAPTER FOUR

 SHATTERED MOTH/SHATTERED LOVE

Darkness of the night, home of the moth,

Darkness of the heart, home of love,

each seeks out the comfort of darkness

away from the reality of light.

The moth, green and beautiful,

flutters in the night seeking light

from yonder windows, killing,

 burning light while the bats dive

 like bombers at it to taste its flesh.

As crickets chirp and ants sleep

and the night becomes all gray

Love, hopeful and honest,

flutters in the heart seeking

light from a fading soul, a feeble

flickering, light while desires

 thrusts at it to taste its flesh.

As crickets chirp and ants sleep

and the night becomes all gray.

The bat, swift and sure makes

one last dive and rips the delicate

wings of green powder and flesh,

shattered moth falls to the ground.

As crickets fall silent and the ants feed

as the night fades into light.

Desire, powerful and mean makes,

one last thrust and rips apart

 hope and honesty to the soul,

 shattered love falls from the heart.

As crickets fall silent and ants feed

as the night fades into light.

Tommy Frank Jones

Tommy Frank woke up several time during the night. Each time he would cuddle up against Walt’s back and give him a kiss before drifting off to sleep again. He hated to sleep. It seemed like wasted time, time he spent feeling Walt’s warmth next to him. Yet, waking up to the smiling face of Walt made the time spend sleeping worthwhile.

“What do you usually do on Saturdays?” Tommy Frank asked as they ate breakfast as El Siboney.

“The same as yesterday. I usually go to work about three-thirty. I have to go to the bank and run some errands this morning,” Walt answered.

“Do you have time to go to the beach?” Tommy Frank asked hopefully.

“I would love too but I am just too busy today. Tomorrow we can go if you want to, but you go ahead and go today. It will not be any fun following me around all morning. We can meet at the South Street Raw Bar for lunch at twelve-thirty.”

“OK, I will go to Higg Beach if you don’t mind,” Tommy Frank said.

“No, you do whatever you want to,” Walt told him.

Later, as Tommy Frank walked down Reynolds he marveled at how great he felt. He had always thought that being gay was something dirty, something that must be hidden. Walt had turned his world around. He had never met a finer man than Walt, straight or gay. If such a man as Walt could be gay then being gay couldn’t be bad! For the first time in his life, Tommy Frank felt good being gay. For the first time he didn’t wish that he was straight. No, he wouldn’t want to be straight, as it would mean that he would never have met Walt.

The end of Reynolds Street was especially beautiful. Tommy Frank liked the big patch of impatiens landscaping the street corner of Casa Marina. The grand hotel gave such a flare to Reynolds Street. Its architectural elegance moved Tommy Frank each time he walked pass it.

At the end of Reynolds he could see “dick pier.” Although it was only ten in the morning, he saw faint bronzed bodies sprawled hap hazards along the long wooden structure. However when he reached the end of Reynolds Street, Tommy Frank didn’t walk out onto the pier. Instead he turned toward the picnic area and large gazebo with a restaurant and bathrooms.

As he passed the bathroom, Tommy Frank gave in to an urge to check it out. Inside the large cylinder shaped building he found an older white haired man standing at the urinal. The man glanced over as Tommy Frank unzipped his pants and struggled to get his cock out the bottom of his bathing suit. Tommy Frank stared over at man and smiled at him when he spotted the thick cock the man was holding in his rough weathered hand. The old man didn’t make any attempt to hid his cock even thought he knew that Tommy Frank was staring at it, but he didn’t linger after he finished taking a piss. Oh well, can’t win them all, Tommy Frank thought as he finished pissing.

Outside he paused, trying to decide where to lay. The beach area was small and not really a beach at all as there was a seawall running the full length of Higgs Beach from “dick pier” to the ruins of the fort. And some of the area was taken up by a vender stand surrounded by hobby crafts catamarans and wind suffers. Then there were the big Austrian pines with their beechnut like spiny balls shaped seeds which made walking barefoot beneath the trees an adventure.

 To the right in line with the bathrooms was a line of roofed concert picnic tables. At the last table Tommy Frank spotted a policeman. Past the picnic tables were the ruins of the old fort, which had been turned over the Garden Cub, and along its brick walls was a nice sandy area. Tommy Frank decided to check out the sandy area behind the fort. He had seen some older gay men sunning themselves there before and decided to investigate it.

“Hello,” the policeman called out as Tommy Frank approached the picnic table he where he sat.

“Nice day isn’t it,” Tommy Frank said as he paused at the table. He stopped because the policeman wasn’t really a policeman and he looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties. He wasn’t wearing a gun but did carry a radio attached to the shoulder strap of his white and brown sheriff’s uniform with a badge that said security officer.

“I like it in the winter. The beach gets too hot during the summer,” the security officer answered.

Tommy Frank studied his face. The man looked slightly Cuban but didn’t have an accent like Jesus. He sounded like the locals that Tommy Frank had heard.

“Where are you from?” The security officer asked just when Tommy Frank started to walk away seemingly to be in a talkative mood.

“Alabama,” Tommy Frank answered as he walked over and set across from the officer.

“What part?”

“Dothan.”

“Yea, I went through that area once. I remember Dothan. How long are you down here far?” The security officer asked.

“I just moved down,” Tommy Frank answered. “How long have you lived here, Officer Gibson?” He asked reading the man’s last name on his name tag.

“All my life. I grew up in what is now the Gibson House. My father owned it when I was a kid and it was called the Eaton Hotel. I have seen Key West change from a sleepy little village to a fag town,” Officer Eaton said with a knowing smile.

Tommy Frank shifted his feet upon hearing Officer Eaton’s statement. However, he did want to stop talking to the man. There was something different about Officer Eaton, something that he liked him.

 “How long have you been patrolling the Higgs Beach?” Tommy Frank asked now interested in keep the conversation going in spite of what the man had said about Key West being a fag town. Maybe he said that just to get a reaction from me.

“Eight years. They thought they could get me to retire by putting me here, but I showed them. Now they are sorry I am on the beach and are trying to get rid of me,” Officer Eaton said in a loud voice.

“Why do they want to get rid of you?” Tommy Frank asked.

“I know too much and I will not go along with them. You see when people start working for the county they become what I call county sluts! They take the tax payer’s money but don’t want to work. You take that old Pollack over there,” Officer Eaton pointed to the old man that Tommy Frank had cruised in the bathroom only moments before.

 “He doesn’t do anything around here” the officer continued. “He is supposed to sweep the leaves around the fort and across the street at Astro Park but he doesn’t do much. He comes here and makes a show of working for a few minutes then goes across the street and sits on one of them benches the rest of the day.”

“To bad,” Tommy Frank said shaking his head.

“And that’s not all,” Officer Eaton said lower his voice until it was just above a whisper.” “He has a gay son and he lets him bring his friends over to the fort bathroom and have sex with them. Sometimes I suspect that the old man watches them. I even suspect that he like to have his cock sucked although I don’t know that for a fact.”

“He doesn’t look gay,” Tommy Frank commented.

“And you take the black man that is in charge of maintenance,” the officer ignored his comment and continued. “Heck, he doesn’t even keep toilet tissue in the bathrooms. I have to cover for him. He comes in here and unlocks the bathrooms and you don’t see him again until it’s time to lock up again. And if you do see him, he it going into the bathroom of the Garden Club over at the fort. He deals drugs from there.”

“Really,” Tommy Frank said trying to show the man that he was listening.

“They took the key to the bathroom away from me yesterday. I know why. They are afraid that I will walk in on them when they are selling drugs over there. Well, the county maintenance people will be all over here tomorrow morning, you mark my word. I have got tomorrow off, but I know what is going to happen. I am not going to cover for him any more. This morning, I didn’t put any toilet paper in the bathroom. The homeless are going to start using newspaper to wipe their dirty asses and it will stop up the drains here and at the restaurant. They will be plugged up so tight by tomorrow that they will be rotor rootering them out all day. But, I am not going to back them up. They shouldn’t have taken the key away from me.”

Tommy Frank chanced a smile. He found the man strange but still liked him. He sensed that Officer Eaton was a nice down to earth man.

“Look over there now. See the black man in the park maintenance uniform heading toward the fort with that awful Cuban. Where do you think they are going?” Officer Eaton asked.

Tommy Frank looked in the direction suggested. It was Jesus! He could recognize the Cuban’s strut anywhere. “I don’t know,” Tommy Frank answered as he watched the two men walking side by side toward the entrance to the fort.

“They are going to the bathroom of the Garden Club. That’s where the maintenance man, the very one that looks after Higgs Beach will sell crack to the Cuban?” Officer Eaton said.

“Have you seen the man with him here before?” Tommy Frank asked.

“He is one of the regular buyers. Someone said he works down at Artist Cafe. I don’t know if that is true or not. That’s too rich a place for my blood. Siboney is the only restaurant I go to outside of Mac Donalds. But if you want my opinion, I think he is a hustler selling his big cock, all those Cubans have big cocks, you know.”

Tommy Frank smiled as he watched Jesus and the black man disappear into the fort. I think the deputy sheriff has Jesus pegged right.

“All county workers are sluts. Hell, my wife turned into one. She went to work for the county and got so she didn’t do anything. I told her she was getting brain washed. You know what she did?” Officer Eaton asked.

“No, what?” Tommy Frank said still looking toward the fort.

“She left me. Hell, she packed up her things and went to California. We have been married for almost twenty years and she up and leaves me. She is living with a man almost eighty years old and they plan on getting married. At his age she can only be living with him for one reason! Money. Either that or he has a cock as long as a hustler,” Officer Eaton said and his eyes seemed to flick downward toward’s Tommy Frank’s crotch or at least he thought they did.

Hearing that the officer was living alone, Tommy Frank’s attention snapped back to him. “How long has she be in California?”

“Heck, she has been there over a year. She can stay. I will not take her back! I thought it was true love. But you don’t leave someone when it is true love. You stay with them no matter what happens. Two people that feel true love will never let anything separate them. Once I thought I had found true love with her, but I was wrong and I guess that I have known it for a long time,” Officer Eaton said as he stood up.

 “But I am not going to give up. Somewhere out there is a lid for each pot and I’ll just have to keep looking until I find mine and hope that I have to courage let the lid fit me. Well, time for my midday cup of coffee at the restaurant. I get it free. I guess they’ll say it is a bribe and kick me off the force one of these day. Nice talking to you kid. Hope you’ll visit with me again, Kid. I like talking to you,” Officer Eaton said sincerely as he stood up.

Tommy Frank’s eyes wandered down to the officer’s crotch for the first time. He didn’t see any sign of a bulge but the man still excited Tommy Frank. If the officer noticed where Tommy Frank was looking he didn’t react.

“Well, see you around. And if you get into any trouble be sure to let me know. My name is Jack Eaton,” the officer said as he walked slowly off toward the restaurant.

Tommy Frank watched the security guard until he entered the restaurant. He is strange, very strange but I like him. Too bad he is straight. He glanced around, looking for the old Polish guy. He spotted him across the street sitting near the children’s play ground on one of the several cement park benches. The old man was skinny, with a rather ugly face featuring a huge nose and big ears. But Tommy Frank found himself attracted to the man. He had seen his cock and it was truly big, it reminded him of Jesus’only thicker cock.

Without any plan in mind, Tommy Frank crossed the street and walked over to where the old man was sitting.

“Hello,” Tommy Frank said as he boldly sat next to the old man.

The old man didn’t answer he just nodded his head.

“I know your son. I see him in the bars all the time. I talked to him in the 801 bar last night.” I am sure he knows the 801 is a gay bar. “He is a really nice guy at least I guess he is your son. He said his father works at Higgs Beach.” Tommy Frank said on impulse as an over powering urge to have sex with the old man swept over him. He pulled his legs together to accent the big bulge in his own jeans more.

The old man looked at him for a long moment without speaking and then said “Yes, he good boy.”

“I told him I was coming to Higgs Beach today and he said for me to stop by and say hello. He knows that I like older men,” Tommy Frank continued as he reached down and groped his crotch. He noticed that the old man’s eyes glanced downward. “My name is Tommy Frank,” he added.

“My name Werner, but why he tell you about me?” the old man said in his heavy polish accent and nodded.

“Didn’t I see you earlier in the bathroom?” Tommy Frank said ignoring the old man’s own question as he continued to massage his stiffening cock. He tensed up as he waited for the Pollack’s answer.

“Yes, I see you too,” the old man answered his eye straying from time to time to steal a glance at Tommy Frank’s hand slowly moving up and down a growing bulge in his crotch.

“I couldn’t help but notice in the bathroom that you have a really big cock,” Tommy Frank said as lust for the old man’s cock gripped him. He hoped that he hadn’t gone too far with the old man, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I saw you watching me. Young man like you should be chasing women not watching old man pissing. That’s what I tell my son but he no listen so you no listen either?” The old man said as he glanced around as though to see if anyone could over hear them.

Kids were playing on the swings and a couple more on the sliding board and some parents hovering over them, but none were within ear range of the two. The old man looked back down at Tommy Frank’s big bulge

“How long is your cock, I bet it is over eight inches long?” Tommy Frank said as he let go of the bulge in his own crotch so that the old man could see the size of it. “I got a big one myself?” Tommy Frank added.

The old man didn’t try to hide the fact that he was looking at the bulge in Tommy Frank’s crotch. “You do have big one,” the old man confirmed.

“I really want to see your big cock,” Tommy Frank found himself saying. “Please just let me look at it,” he said in a pleading tone. “Please.”

The old man looked at Tommy Frank silently a moment. “Don’t have any place we can go,” he finally answered.

“How about the bathroom?” Tommy Frank said. “Can’t you and I go there and you show it to me?” Tommy Frank asked as he glanced across the street at the public bathroom.

The old man looked at the bathrooms and shook his head. “Too many people there,” he hesitated a moment. “I take you to the bathroom at Garden Cub,” added as thought making up his mind as he reached down and rubbed his hand along his left leg.

   Tommy Franked noticed something long hanging down the inside left leg of the old man’s pants when he removed his hand, something very long.

“C’mon, we go over,” the old man added as he started walking toward the fort.

I can’t believe it. I bet the old man does have a cock eight inches long,” Tommy Frank thought as he followed behind.

As Tommy Frank entered the fort, he collided with someone and instantly recognized him as Jesus, who was almost running out. A small vial fell from the Cuban’s shaky hand. Tommy Frank spotted it rolling across the floor and reached down and picked it up. Crack! The vial contained rocks of crack!

“Give it to me!” Jesus said with murder in his eyes.

 Tommy Frank hardly recognized him his face was so distorted with rage.

“You told Mr. Watkins to fire me so that you could get my job. Well, I’ll get even with him! I’ll get even with him!” The dark kid hissed like a dark deadly snake as he snatched the vial of crack rocks and rushed away.

Everything happened so fast and quickly that the old man didn’t even see the incident. Tommy Frank hurried to catch up. He did so just as the old man used his key to open the bathroom door. The old man paused and glanced around as though searching for someone one.

“Officer Eaton is in the restaurant,” Tommy Frank said.

“God, he is nosey one,” the old man said as he opened the door and held it open and motioned him inside. Tommy Frank hurried in. Unlike the public toilet at Higgs Beach, the private bathroom of the old fort was elaborately decorated with what looked to be marble wash basins.

 It had two stalls and two urinals. The old man opened a door of one of the stalls and entered and pulled Tommy Frank inside. Then without a word the old man unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to his knees. When he pulled down his boxer shorts, Tommy Frank smiled.

The old Pollack’s cock hung long and thick with lots of extra foreskin. His wasn’t as big around as his own cock but it was still big enough.

“Wow,” Tommy Frank exclaimed wanting to make the old man feel as good as possible. The old Pollack’s cock reminded him of Curt’s cock, except the old man’s was even longer than Curt’s. “I never saw anything like it. You should be a porno star!”

“If I was younger maybe,” the old man agreed. “Now too old.”

 “You would make a fortune fucking young girls in the movies with that thing,” Tommy Frank added sensing that was what the old man wanted to hear as he reached for the old man’s long thick limp cock. “I can’t wait to see it hard. Will it get hard?” He asked looking up into the old man’s face as he closed his hand around the man’s soft cock flesh.

The old man nodded. “Suck it and it will,” he said.

So much for thinking he is a virgin, Tommy Frank thought as he got down on his knees in front of the old man. The old man showed his eagerness to get his cock sucked by taking hold of the back of Tommy Frank’s head. Then he began to force his long thick cock down Tommy Frank’s throat.

“Tommy Frank fought to keep from gaging. He had sucked a lot of cocks but not many as big as the old man’s piece of cock flesh. He wanted to conquer the big cock so he gave it his best shot. Tommy Frank thought that he couldn’t take any more of the Pollack cock at one point, yet he forced himself to swallow another couple of inches.

“Yes!” The old man moaned. His words of praise spurred Tommy Frank to an extreme effort. “Good Boy,” the old man mumbled as Tommy Frank swallowed the last few inches.

Tommy Frank pulled away from the old man’s cock and then swallowed it again. The second time he did this, the old man grunted and cum began to flow thick and fast from his cock. Tommy Frank choked and quickly pulled the enormous cock out of his mouth, leaving only the old man cockhead inside. Then he drank the big load of cum.

“That was good. No body ever took all my cock before. You are a good boy. I hope you stop by and see me again. You are nice looking boy and know my son,” the old man rattled off in his heavy accent.

“Thanks, you are a nice guy yourself and I want to see you again too.” Tommy Frank said as he gave the old Pollack’s cock a pat on its foreskin drapped cockhead.

“You go ahead and I come out later,” the old man said and shooed Tommy Frank away with his hand.

Now for the real reason that I came here, Tommy Frank thought as he walked out of the fort. He went around to the back side of the fort and spread his towel in the sand near the seawall. Then he stripped down to his bathing suit and laid on his towel. As he rested on his towel, he kept thinking back to the old Pollack. He had liked him. The old man reminded Tommy Frank of Ben and even his own father. He hoped that he and the old man would get together again.

Tommy Frank let his mind drift as he soaked up the hot rays of the intense Key West sun. He even drifted off to sleep for an hour or so. His chest felt fiery hot when he awoke so he turned over to get some sun on his back. As he did so he looked at his watch, he had plenty of time still to enjoy the sun before heading for the Raw Bar to meet Walt.

Thoughts of Walt made Tommy Frank smile. He loved the man more than he had ever loved a person in his life. Tommy Frank wished he was with him instead of laying on the beach alone. He suddenly felt a great loneliness swept over him. He needed Walt and to be with him. It was only with great effort that Tommy Frank remained on the towel. He knew that there would be times like these that he would have to be away from Walt, but it didn’t make it any easier.

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“How did your morning go at the beach?” Walt asked as he glanced up from his inspection of the Dolphin that the waiter had just placed before him.

“Great, I meet the security officer at Higgs Beach and he is rather weird,” Tommy Frank answered as he eyed his tropical chicken salad hungrily. “He told me all the strange things that go on at the beach.”

“Yes, I know him. He is a real sticker to the rules. I think he would write up the mayor himself up if he broke the law.”

“That sounds like him,” Tommy Frank said.

“A lot of the regulars at Higgs Beach don’t like him. He thinks he owns the beach. Always getting on to people. He watches everyone like a hawk,” Walt added making it plain that he didn’t like the man.

“And how did your morning go?” Tommy Frank asked as he tasted his chicken salad.

“I had to make a call to Jesus and told him that if he wanted to work at the restaurant he would have to go back to his old job as dish washer. I can’t trust him in the dinning room anymore. That episode the other night would have been disastrous if there had been customers in the dinning room. I want to help him but I’ve done about all I can for him,” Walt said sadly.

“But what am I going to do?” Tommy Frank asked.

“You’ll have to take over Jesus’ job,” Walt answered in a more cheerful tone.

“Really!” Tommy Frank exclaimed. “I get to be a busboy!”

“It is not so glamorous, but yes, you get to be the busboy,” Walt said and smiled.

“Thanks, Walt.” Tommy Frank said. Then he thought of Jesus. There is going to be trouble, big trouble!

That night Jesus didn’t show up for work. The restaurant was a mad house! Tommy Frank worked harder than he could ever remember. He tried to be dish washer and busboy at the same time. Somehow he managed with help from Matt, who made all kinds of excuses for Jesus. Tommy Frank didn’t think the Cuban was interested in Matt but only using him but he kept his mouth shut.

“I haven’t seen Jesus all day,” Matt told Tommy Frank while he helped him clear a table. I am worried about him. I have loved him from the first day Mr. Wadkins hired him. But he doesn’t like me or at least not as much as he does Dan.”

“Sometimes that the way it is Matt,” Tommy Frank said as he placed the silver wear on the table.

“You know that he and Mr. Wadkins were an item for a while?”

“Yea, I know!” Tommy Frank snapped.

“It really hurts when loves flows only one way!” Matt said then walked away.

What did he mean by that. And why does everybody keeps throwing up Walt and Jesus’ affair in my face. That’s in the past! Tommy Frank kept telling himself as he worked until he was so exhausted that he didn’t even have sex with Walt when the two got home. He simply cuddled up against the older man’s back and fell asleep instantly.

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The next morning, Walt fixed breakfast. “I always have eggs and chives for breakfast on Sundays. That’s the only time I usually eat breakfast at home,” Walt told Tommy Frank as he hurried around the tiny kitchen fixing breakfast.

“Are we going to Higg Beach today?” Tommy Frank asked. He wanted desperately to spend the day with Walt at the beach.

“Yes, Sunday is beach day!” Walt exclaimed. “If I don’t keep some tan, I began to look like a beached whale on the beach,” he added as he served the scrambled eggs and chives.

After they finished breakfast, Walt read the Sunday newspaper and then around ten he and Tommy Frank put on their bathing suits and headed for Higgs Memorial Beach.

Tommy Frank like Key West best when he walked its streets. With Walt by his side and carrying a gym bag, Tommy Frank could have sung he felt so happy as they headed to Higgs Beach. The thought of spending the entire day with Walt thrilled him to the very bone.

“The water is dirty today,” Tommy Frank stated as they approached “dick pier.” He was disappointed. The cloudless sky had prepared him for a perfect beach day. He hadn’t noticed that the wind was sifting and blowing from the southeast, a combination that in Key West meant bad water visibility.

“We can still go swimming,” Walt said as he headed past “dick pier.” Tommy Frank wasn’t surprised that Walt didn’t go out on the wooden pier to spread his towel. He didn’t seem the type to need to be among gays all the time. In fact, Tommy Frank had notice that Walt seemed to avoid the flamboyant gays and the places that they congregated.

Walt chose an area to the right of the big gazebo and out of the shad of the Australian Pine. Tommy Frank found himself eyeing the entrance of the bathroom as he positioned his own towel beside Walt’s. He spotted a big fat security officer and remembered that Officer Eaton had said that he had today off.

He did see the old Polish man sitting at one of the nearby picnic tables. The old man recognized Tommy Frank and waved at him. Before he returned the salute, Tommy Frank made sure that Walt wasn’t watching him. He felt nervous being with Walt and having the Pollack at the beach too. Still, he couldn’t help remembering how much he had enjoyed sucking the old man’s big cock. It did surprise him that the old man would wave at him openly.

“I like to lie in the sun until I get hot and then go for a swim,” Walt said from his comfortable looking position on his towel.

“That is fine with me,” Tommy Frank said and felt ashamed to be thinking of the old Pollack’s cock when he had Walt laying beside him. Yet he couldn’t get the old man out of his mind. He kept thinking about how he had practically tricked the old man in letting him suck his cock. He didn’t think that old Pollack had let many people suck his cock. He certainly wasn’t strictly gay. Like Ben, the old man enjoyed sex with women too, he had to as he had been married. Stop it! Tommy Frank told himself. Stop thinking about sex with someone else when you have the love of your life beside you.

“Hi, Walt!” Called out a voice that made Tommy Frank’s hair stand on ends as he recognized voice as belonging to Walt ex-lover, Joe.

“Hello, Joe,” Walt answered the greeting in a voice too friendly to suit Tommy Frank.

“Mind if I join the two of you?” Joe asked and didn’t bother waiting for their reply before starting to spread his towel out next to Walt. “Been a while since you and I were on the beach together, Walt.” Joe said as he placed his towel on the opposite side of Walt. Tommy Frank couldn’t help but to notice the huge bulge in the crotch of the tall man’s bathing suit.

Tommy Frank gritted his teen and hoped the sun made the man’s bad complexion even worse.

“Yes, it has been a long time, Joe,” Walt’s response to the statement almost made Tommy Frank heart stop. Then Walt rose on his elbows and said, “Joe, I don’t think you have been introduced to Tommy Frank.”

Joe’s dropped his smile. He glanced over at the blond kid and growled, “Nice to meet you.”

“Joe is now running Curry House with Larry Stein, the owner. How is everything going between you and Larry?” Walt asked nonchalantly.

“Not so good!” Joe answered as he stared directly into Walt’s eyes.

He wants Walt back. Damn I can see it in his eyes, Tommy Frank thought as he glanced from Joe to Walt. He tried but he couldn’t read Walt’s face.

“Tommy Frank is working at the restaurant and doing really well,” Walt said as he laid back on his towel.

“Where are you living?” Joe shot the question at Tommy Frank.

Tommy Frank glanced over at Walt.

“He is living with me.” Walt said in his soft voice yet there was a taunting quality to his tone.

Joe shot Tommy Frank a dark glance and said, “What’s your job, wash dishes?”

“I’m the busboy,” Tommy Frank said defiantly.

“Almost the same thing,” Joe said and then looked at Walt. “How are you copping with over seeing the kitchen since I left?”

“It’s a struggle at times. I like the business aspect more than running the kitchen as you well know,” Walt answered. “But, you do what you have to do.”

Joe glanced at his watch, “I just remembered I have a guest that is suppose to check in shortly. I got to rush back to the house. See you around, Walt.” Joe said as he sat up on his towel.

Walt rose on his elbows. “But you just got here.”

Is he looking at Joe’s crotch? Tommy Frank asked himself. No, don’t be crazy. It is over between them.

“No, I have been over on the pier for a while. Wish I could stay longer but duty calls. See you later, Walt,” Joe said and didn’t say anything to Tommy Frank as he got up and walked away.

“He is really a very nice guy,” Walt said as he watched the tall man walking away.

Tommy Frank decided it was best if he didn’t respond. He tried to forget the visit and enjoy the rest of the day. He succeeded but only after a lot of effort. He and Walt went for a long swim and splashed around in the water like two kids. Tommy Frank enjoyed every moment of it as well as the time they spend lying in the sun chatting aimlessly among themselves.

“I think I have enough sun for one day,” Walt said signaling the end of their first day together on the beach. “Any way, I have got tons of work to do before I go to the restaurant.” Walt added.

When they got home there was a call on Walt’s answering machine. When Walt played it back a muffled voiced said, “I’m going to get you! You are as good as dead, you bastard!” Walt glanced at Tommy Frank and shrugged.

“Do you recognize the voice, Walt?” Tommy Frank asked.

“No, I don’t think so, do you?”

“No,” Tommy Frank lied. Yes, it is Jesus, he thought to himself. “Probably just a prank call. I couldn’t think of anyone that would possibly want to hurt you,” Tommy Frank added.

“Well, I hope you are right. Such things make me very nervous. I just don’t understand how one human can possibly even think of hurting another one. It is just beyond me.” Walt said with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry about it, Walt.” Tommy Frank said. He wanted to rush over and hug the older man to reassure him but instead he just placed his hand on Walt’s back. “Don’t worry,” Tommy Frank repeated.

“I guess you are right, Tommy Frank,” Walt said. “Why don’t you take that pole of your out and make me forget about everything? I am hot for a big cock, the bigger the better,” Walt said as he began stripping his clothes off.

Tommy Frank was more in the mood for kissing and hugging but could see that Walt wanted only to get fucked. He undressed himself as he watched the older man remove his clothes and get down on the floor on his all fours.

“Fuck me like a dog. Spit on your cock and fuck me like a dog, Tommy Frank. Use that fat cock of yours on me and try to make me forget about everything else,” Walt said a sexy whisper.

As Tommy Frank pulled his bathing suit off, he watched the older man on his hands and knees jacking himself off while he wiggled his big pale ass. Before he got down on his knees, Tommy Frank gave his cock a couple of pumps to get it rock hard.

“Come and give it to me. I need your big cock. I need it. I have to have a big cock,” Walt whispered. “I need it.”

The older man kept begging for his cock until Tommy Frank pressed his spit glistening cockhead against Walt’s asshole. Then as he shoved his cock brutally into the older man’s asshole, Walt’s whispering became a whimpering sound as Tommy Frank buried his cock as far into his asshole as it would go.

Then Walt moaned in pain while masturbating as rapidly as possible, Tommy Frank fucked him harder than he had ever fuck him before. I’ll make you forget about all the other big cocks you have known, especially Joe’s and Jesus’. From the way that Walt called out and bucked like a wild horse, Tommy Frank felt assured that his other lovers couldn’t give him what he was now getting. He pumped cock into Walt’s asshole until his cock began to lather up.

Walt suddenly began to hunch as though he was totally out of control. Then he began to tremble.

“Are you all right?” Tommy Frank asked.

“God, yes, I am coming. Shot your load on my back. I want to feel your hot cum juice on my naked back,” Walt exclaimed in his sexy whisper.

Tommy Frank pulled his cock out of Walt’s hot asshole and pumped it until his white jism squirted all over the older man’s tanned back.

“Yes, that’s what I want to feel,” Walt said as he wiggled back and forth.

They both got dressed in silence, each deep in thought.

“Well, now I have to sit and rest a while before I start doing my office work,” Walt said with a sigh. “You are a naughty boy to use that big cock on me so brutally,” he added shaking his finger at Tommy Frank. They both laughed.

“I think I’ll go for a walk if you don’t mind,” Tommy Frank said suddenly feeling restless.

“No, go ahead. I am just going to be sitting in the office paying bills and going over invoices.” Walt said. “There is no use you sitting around being bored or watching TV. Anything is better than watching TV.”

“Ok, then I see you later. Are we going to the restaurant around three thirty as usual?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Yes, that’s when I usually go in, but you can go in later if you want to.”

“No, I like walking to work with you,” Tommy Frank said on his way out of the house. Is he trying to get rid of me, Tommy thought as he walked down the stoop?

Tommy Frank wandered around aimlessly. Not knowing where exactly he wanted to go. He kept thinking of Higgs Beach and the old Pollack and Officer Eaton. He liked both of the men very much even though they were as different as night from day. He would love to get to old Polish man in bed and try to take his big cock up his ass. Tommy Frank’s asshole pulses at the mere thought of getting fucked by such a big cock.

As far as Officer Eaton was concerned, Tommy Frank thought of him as a friend. So what if the man wasn’t gay, couldn’t he like a straight man too. Did he have to have sex with ever older man that he made friends with? Yes, I guess I do, Tommy Frank said to himself and laughtedoutloud. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t bother talking to Officer Eaton anymore. Tommy Frank knew that sooner or later he would make a pass at the man and that might end their budding friendship or even worse, get him in big trouble.

Suddenly Tommy Frank realized that he was walking down Duval Street. At the same instant Tommy Frank knew where he wanted to go. He stepped faster until the spotted the sign “Heart Break Hotel” and then directly under it “Alligator Books.” The two signs seem appropriate together.

When he stepped through the opened door, a loud chime sounded throughout the store. Tommy Frank nodded to the long haired scummy looking man behind the counter who didn’t bother to respond. At the end of the counter was a curtain behind which Tommy Frank knew would be video machines showing sex films.

Tommy Frank didn’t go directly into the video area. Instead, he turned to the right and began to inspect the rows of erotic magazine. He first found himself in the straight section but wandered the rows until he came to the gay section. He busied himself looking over the gay mags while he waited for someone interesting to enter.

A half and hour later, Tommy Frank was still going over the gay video section and beginning to worry that the man behind the counter was getting impatience with him. Tommy Frank had just decided to leave when he heard the door chime go off. He glanced out from the video shelves.

Mr. Fish! Tommy Frank couldn’t believe it. He ducked back behind the video shelf when the English instructor looked his way. Then when Mr. Fish walked past him and up to the counter, Tommy Frank peeked out again. He was close enough to see the thick coarse hair on the back of Mr. Fish’s neck. The hairiness of the man turned Tommy Frank on more that the man’s masculine looks. The man looked like a gray gorilla in a suit and tie.

After Mr. Fish bought a handful of tokens and disappeared behind the curtains into the video room, Tommy Frank hurried up to the counter and bought some token too. The man behind the counter sort of smirked at him knowingly. Tommy Frank didn’t pay him any attention as he followed Mr. Fish into the video room.

It took a long moment for Tommy Frank’s eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. He saw a figure moving into a video booth to his right and hurried up to it. As he neared the booth, Tommy Frank noticed that the door wasn’t completely closed. He stepped up to the door and peeked inside.

Mr. Fish was seated in front of the video machine watching a young blond man fucking a big breasted red head. As Tommy Frank spied on him, Mr. Fish reached down and unzipped his pants and fished around inside his pants finally dragging out a long but extremely thin cock. Then the English instructor started masturbating himself at a fast clip.

Tommy Frank watched until the screen went dead and Mr. Fish had to put another quarter into the machine. Then while the video was rolling again, Tommy Frank opened the door. He held it open for a long moment, but Mr. Fish refused to glance at him. Even when Tommy Frank slipped inside, the English teacher didn’t meet his eyes.

Tommy Frank found it a tight fit to squeeze down between the screen and Mr. Fish’s legs. He also found Mr. Fish’s long cock a mouth full. All the time he sucked on the teacher’s long thin cock, the hairy man didn’t say a word. Even when he shot off, he didn’t make a sound nor did he stop Tommy Frank from sucking his cock like most men would have. So Tommy Frank continued to suck and lick the hairy man’s cock as he ran his hand up and down Mr. Fish’s hairy arms. Unexpectedly, Tommy Frank tasted cum again as the teacher delivered a second load of cum to his eager mouth.

“Twice is all I got time for, Son.” Mr. Fish said as he reached down and pulled his thin limp cock out of Tommy Frank’s mouth. “You will get plenty of chances at it again,” he added as Tommy Frank took the hint and back out of the booth.

“See you at the college,” Tommy Frank whispered as he closed the door of the booth and left.

As Tommy Frank passed the next video booth, he heard a desperate voice he recognized. “Twenty bucks, Man. You can suck it if you give me twenty dollars.” Jesus! He was hustling in the bookstore! What is it with this guy? Why do I all ways seem to be running to him? Tommy Frank thought as he continued out of the video room.

Outside on the street, Tommy Frank headed home as he pondered Jesus hustling. That could only mean one thing, the Cuban was getting desperate for drug money or why else would such a handsome young man like him be selling his body. The thought that maybe he liked hustling crossed Tommy Frank’s mind. He couldn’t help but wonder if Walt had ever paid Jesus to fuck him. Tommy Frank had seen the Cuban’s cock and it was awesome.

Tommy Frank was beginning to get a really bad feeling about Jesus. It seemed that his life and the Cuban’s were linked in some strange way. Tommy Frank didn’t know how to break the link or how to gain control of the situation with Jesus. Better just to stay as far away from him as possible. Maybe Matt will calm him down, Tommy Frank hoped. He didn’t really like the snotty acting waiter, but if he could straighten out Jesus, then he would welcome him as a friend.