Chapter 3

“I think he is sorry I am not you,” Paco said.

Ouch. “You’re not from around here, are you?” The town was relatively small. Paco seemed about my age, maybe a few years older. I probably would have known him from school.

“No. I settled close only recently,” he said. “To be with someone. Though we’ve been together about a year now.”

Ouch again.

“Should we go out for a cigarette?”

“Oh.” I stood. “Sure.” I didn’t smoke, but I didn’t care if he did.

I saw another triangle as Paco leaned back against the bricks to light up. His white jeans pulled tight at the crotch and the zipper was down just a fraction of an inch. The gold teeth made up the two sides. Where they came together again, that made the point. The base was up near the button of the pants, and though the shape itself was small, I tried to see inside the gape of it as I imagined Paco going commando.

“Are you looking at me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to suck my cock?”