Damn, the tool next door to Lance Baye is superiorly hot. Although the stud’s name is Mike Danning, Lance insists on calling him Tool. Probably because he looks hot, big, and dumb. Lance knows Mike is from Phoenix, and is temporarily in Pittsburgh to care for his Uncle Craig. Playing around, Lance decides to borrow tools from his neighbor. A wrench today. A screwdriver tomorrow. A handsaw the day after tomorrow. Soon, Lance has a pile of Tool’s tools. And he also has a strong desire for Tool. But just when Lance decides to put the sexual moves on Tool, another neighbor is also interested. Honey Hertzer. Lance backs off -- it seems pathetic and a waste of time to chase a straight tool. Things can change on a dime, though. Lance has a stack of tools that belong to Tool. And Tool needs them back. Will the two men share a hungry and sexual connection, crossing neighborly lines when Tool comes searching for his tools? Does a promising future exist between the pair?

Tool

Opportunity knocks. Starr conks his head off the leg of an end table. The wrench I borrow from Tool tumbles off the table and falls. It hits Starr in the left temple. I’m sure he sees stars, birds, planets, go-go dancers, and whatnots. He mumbles something, holds his head. The guy can barely stand, but he does. And he finds the strength to crawl to my front door, attempts his exit, and prattles things over his right shoulder like: “Who’s Superman?…Where’d Joe Strong come from?…What happened?…I only wanted to get inside your asshole like old times, Lance. You were always a prude. A fucking prude. Jesus Christ, what’s your problem?”


“You okay?” Tool leans over me and grazes my mouth and chin with three fingertips.


Chapter 8