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Lothario’s Leftovers by Anel Viz © Anel Viz 2009
There were half a dozen of us – Jason, Alec, Hank, Emilio, Derek, and myself. There were countless others, surely, men we didn’t know or had only heard of, but we six were friends, and that he had bedded us just gave us one more thing in common. Jason had him first. Or that’s how we saw it then. The fact was that he had had Jason. I remember how we envied our friend, how we pumped him for information on what they’d done, on what he looked like with his clothes off, and I remember how Jason beamed, avoiding our questions, saying only that it had been “terrific” and we “couldn’t begin to imagine.” Four months later we didn’t have to; we’d learned first hand. Jason got to sleep with him a few more times before he found out that Derek had too. They argued, Jason asserting that friends didn’t do that to friends and Derek countering that Jason had no claim on the guy, that there was no relationship there to break up. They stopped talking to each other, which made it hard on the rest of us. They expected us to take sides. Before lover boy dropped Derek, he’d had his fun with Hank, and then Emilio. I succumbed later, after he’d finished with all four, not to mention a handful of other fly-by-night partners, and Jason and Derek were friends again. We’d figured out that it made no sense to fight over him. And finally he had Alec. From time to time he’d beckon, and one of us would crawl, but he beckoned less and less often, and more than a year had gone by since his hands and mouth had reduced any of us to a quivering pulp. We longed for him to beckon again and we wished he had never beckoned to begin with. And we talked about him. Often. “What would you do if he were here right now?” Hank asked. “Just him and me, or all of us together?” I said. “The question,” said Alec, “is what would he do?” So I called him. He didn’t remember me. Well, how about Jason? “Jason who?” “Emilio?” He remembered Emilio. You don’t meet many Emilios. “What’s this all about?” “A batch of us, your old lovers, are having a little get-together. Sort of a reunion. We’d be honored if you’d come too.” “Any women?” He slept with women too! I asked if he was into women now. “Same as always. I’m into whatever I can get.” Whatever he could get! What couldn’t he get? “So, will you come?” “I’ll see. It’ll depend on if I have anything going that night.” “It should be fun.” “It could be. Just let me know when and where it is, and I’ll see.” I couldn’t get anything more definite out of him. So there we were, the six of us, not knowing if he’d show up or what we’d do if he did. Or if he didn’t, for that matter. We’d decided to hold it at Derek’s house, the most comfortable and the one with the most space. Three bedrooms, and he lived alone.
“Do you think he’ll come?” Emilio asked. I shook my head. “Does that mean no?” “Who knows?” “And if he doesn’t?” A short silence. “Have any of us had sex together?” Hank asked. We looked around. I knew I hadn’t. I hadn’t even seen any of them with their clothes off. “Well, Emilio and I...” Alec began. “Not sex, but a make-out session. Once. So, almost.” “Why didn’t you?” “I can’t remember. Do you, Emilio?” Emilio shook his head. “I’ve thought about it, though.” “So have I,” Alec said. “It’s something I’d like to do.” “So, if he doesn’t come, should we?” Emilio didn’t say that. That was Hank again. “Paired up or all together?” Derek asked. “I have three bedrooms.” Alec and Emilio answered simultaneously, “All together.” They spoke for all of us. “We may as well get naked while we wait for him,” Jason said. “Make it clear what kind of party this is. If he comes.” We undressed matter-of-factly and sat back down in our seats. I looked over the scenery. Lover boy was a stunning man, no doubt about it, but he also had good taste. Choosy. We waited another hour. “Forget about him,” I said.
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