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The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

by RobertFoley


I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at the pictures I took. I was feeling a bit weak, dizzy almost. I was now on what could be described as a narrow road. There were car tracks in the sand. However I didn’t spot any cars yet. It wasn’t too long until it would start to get dark but I was confident I would be back in civilization soon.

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I looked out the bus window. The bus was quite full for the time of day. Most people would be having dinner by now. I was surprised I wasn’t able to get a window seat. An elderly lady sat beside me. My broad shoulders slightly inconvenienced her, so I sat with half a butt-cheek over the aisle. The upside to this was that my time in the gym had paid off. Today had been my last day at the hospital for a while. I had taken three weeks off. One week would consist of helping my Dad move out of his apartment. It was bound to be emotional, as I knew we would find lots of things to remind us of my mother, who passed away 10 months ago. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that. The two remaining weeks of holiday afterwards, were what I was really looking forward to. I had no plans to go anywhere, I just knew I would be hanging out with my friends a lot.

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I had been on this narrow, sandy road for quite some time now. I was pretty sure I was heading in the right direction. But then all of a sudden, to my right. Were those houses? They were a bit far away, so it was hard to tell. Not much longer now! The further I got, I realized the houses were part of the slums. Some of them looked like they were going to fall apart any second. I kept going. My feet hurt, but I had to go on. A few minutes later I saw a few buildings in the distance. It was some industrial type area. There were some parked cars. And then I heard more cars. Yes! There was a road! And I saw buses. I searched in my pocket for the note I had scribbled when I still had a full battery. Bus 158. I crossed the street and then walked alongside it. There were so many trucks, it was definitely a more industrial area. Every other place seemed to be selling cars. A bus passed me and then stopped. The bus stop! I had made it! And it was a 158! With all of the energy I had left, I ran for the bus. My big backpack bounced off my back. I made it on and paid the fee. I finally relaxed. It was very hot inside. I saw that there were no more places to sit and it was then that I started feeling a little light-headed.

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We stopped at the industrial part of town. It wasn’t much longer until I would finally be home. I would rest tonight and go over to my Dad’s somewhere tomorrow. I was just thinking about what food I should be making when I saw someone get on the bus. Dark blond hair, bright blue eyes and a pale sort of white. What a gorgeous man. His scruffy beard and his blue cap made him look so masculine. His white tanktop was sweaty, revealing his nipples. He stood out like a sore thumb with his big backpack and sunburnt shoulders. He clearly wasn’t from here. He looked slightly off balance when the bus started going. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. It got more and more crowded on the bus and at one point he stood right next to me. The longer I looked at him, the more I realized he probably wasn’t feeling so well. He was sweating heavily and he turned even paler than before. He started blinking a lot. I decided I was going to give up my seat for him, but it was exactly at that moment that he passed out. He fell forward onto my lap. The lady next to me yelped. I stood up and dragged the guy up in my seat. I took his limp arms out of the backpack. He was completely out of it. I checked his pulse and his breathing. He was fine, it was probably over-exertion. I noticed people looking at me, so I told them I was a nurse. I decided then and there to get him off the bus. It wasn’t my stop yet, but I knew this guy needed fresh air. I saw a young guy, and asked him if he could take the backpack off the bus. I put the guy’s arm around my neck and carried him out.

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All of a sudden I was sitting outside on this bench. I was feeling incredibly woozy, I couldn’t even fully open my eyes. There was this guy. Dark complexion. Black hair, closely trimmed beard. He looked quite hot and muscular. He gave me a water bottle with the cap screwed off. “Drink this”, he said, with an accent. I tried to fight it, but I could feel myself passing out again.

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I finally put him in my bed. When he passed out and dropped the water bottle, I had no other choice but to put him in a taxi. It would be cheapest to take him home with me. I could have told the driver to drop him off at a hospital, but then how would I get home? I took his sweaty clothes off him and left him in his underwear, which were tight white briefs. He looked incredibly sexy. He had some trimmed chest hair, but the rest of his upper body was shaven smooth. He was fit without being built. I prepared some food and put a bottle of water on the nightstand next to him. I slowly fed him food when I noticed he started waking up. But he kept going out again. He was going to be fine in the morning. My curiosity got the better of me when I checked his backpack. American passport. I knew it. Adam Mattis. Arlington, Virginia. I had no idea where in America that was. He had two large plastic water bottles in the backpack, both empty. He had probably run out and didn’t want to litter. It started getting late, so I went to bed myself as well. It had been a long time since I had slept next to someone. Especially someone this sexy. Something in me wanted to put my arm around him, but that might have been a bit creepy. Still, I fell asleep watching him.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Where was I? It was morning. I was lying on my side. I saw white curtains flapping in the wind. There was a plate and a half-empty water bottle on the night stand. I only had some vague memories of eating something. I tried to get up, but I suddenly felt something. There was an arm around me. I looked to my left and there was the hot guy from before who wanted me to drink water. He was spooning me. I felt a boner against my butt. Did he drug me? I slowly raised his hand and the guy rolled onto his back. It must have been a hot night, as we had both kicked the thin blanket down to around our thighs. So I could see the guy was wearing tight black briefs. His boner just popped out the top. It was sort of hot, unless he took advantage of me. Now I could get up. I was still wearing my own briefs. But I had no recollection of what happened. I made it onto the bus, but that’s about it. I couldn’t find the rest of my clothes. I wandered into the living room of this apartment I was in. I saw my backpack. I checked if my wallet was still in there. It was. “Adam?” I heard a voice come from the bedroom. “How do you know my name?”, I replied. “I’m sorry. I checked your passport.” The guy came walking out of the bedroom in his black briefs. He had repositioned, but I could still see the outline of a massive boner in his briefs.

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“How did you get me here? What did you do?” “Woah, woah, relax”, I said. “You fainted on me on the bus. I’m a nurse. I thought I’d give you some food, water and a bed.” His defensive body language changed. He now seemed relieved. “Sorry, man. I thought you had drugged and raped me or something.” I laughed. “I’m Bernardo”, I said. “Thanks for helping me, Bernardo”, he said. His light blue eyes mesmerized me. I’m pretty sure I saw him quickly look me up and down. “No problem”, I smiled. My morning erection just wouldn’t go down. I was suddenly very aware we were both in our skimpy underwear. I tried to cover my crotch in a subtle way. “So where are my clothes?”, he asked. “I washed them. They’re drying in the bathroom.” “Oh, great! Would you mind if I do some more laundry?’, he asked.

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He showed me how his washing machine worked and then offered to make me breakfast. He was really sweet. His buff body contrasted with his polite demeanor and friendly smile. His accent was adorable and I was pretty sure he liked me. Every time I looked at him, he would look away. And I already saw his huge cock outlined in his briefs. This guy was too good to be true. Though I had to remember why I was taking this trip by myself in the first place. After my break-up I needed to learn to be independent again. And this trip had been the ultimate test. I was not looking for a relationship right now, especially not a long-distance one.

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He had looked so hot in his briefs, bending over to put his laundry in the washing machine. His butt was just slightly too big for the briefs, the top of his crack peeking out the entire time. Soon enough, he joined me in the kitchen while I was preparing breakfast. He sat down at the kitchen table and asked exactly what happened yesterday. When I told him, he seemed embarrassed, but very much able to laugh at himself. “I’m not used to this heat back home”, he said as he laughed. I asked what else he had planned for his trip in Brazil. He said he had started out in Rio for a week, now Brasília for a week, and that he had booked a pousada to relax in for the final week. “Am I saying that right, pousada?” He smiled at me. I smiled and looked down. This guy made me feel so insecure and nervous. I hadn’t felt this way about a guy before. The butterflies were almost up to my throat. “Yeah, close enough”, I said, casually. “So, yeah, a pousada near São Paulo. Plane leaves tomorrow.” “That sounds really nice”, I said as I poured coffee. “Milk, sugar?” “No, like this is fine, thank you”.

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We had breakfast in our underwear. We talked and laughed. We really had a connection. I felt like I had known him for years. All of the signs were there, despite what I had come to Brazil for. I decided that I would give him a chance. “So, can I take you out for a drink today? As a thank you for taking care of me?”, I proposed. I could tell he immediately got nervous. “That sounds really great”, he said. “I promise I’ll be out of your hair by the end of today”, I said, “maybe we can get a drink in my hotel bar?” “No no”, he immediately replied. “You can stay here.” “Are you sure?” “Yes! It’s only one more day, right?” “I guess…” That was a level of hospitality I wasn’t used to. I felt rude declining. “All right then. Thanks!”

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“I do need to help my father move for most of today. But you can just rest here and do laundry. Or walk around town if you like. I’ll be back before dinner.” “You trust me to stay in your apartment by myself? You barely know me!” He seemed surprised. “Well, yeah! What are you going to do, take my TV?” He laughed. “I did see your passport, remember?” I was starting to feel more comfortable around Adam. Our chemistry over breakfast had been so tangible, there was no way he didn’t have similar feelings toward me. “Honestly, I trust you.” “I promise I won’t take your TV”, he winked at me.

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Bernardo took a shower. I ate some more and drank some more water. I started feeling less weak. I massaged my own legs as the soreness kicked in. I couldn’t wait to get a professional massage in São Paulo. The shower stopped. Soon after I saw Bernardo leave the bathroom and walk into the bedroom wearing just a towel around his waist. I only got a short view of his muscular upper body, but it stunned me. I unconsciously licked my lips.

He came out of the bedroom wearing a tight black T-shirt and grey shorts. He left his cellphone number on the table. He promised he would be back soon. “And then tonight, it’s going to be two guys out on the town”, I said, playfully. He smiled. We both knew it was going to be more than that, but we hadn’t said it out loud yet.

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When I got to Dad’s house, there was already a van outside and boxes on the lawn. I was confused. I walked inside and saw some more boxes stacked by the door and my Dad and his friend Alberto were sitting on the ground drinking a beer. “Bernardo, my son!”, my Dad said in Portuguese as he tried to get up off the floor. I helped him up. “Dad! You’re practically done!” He hugged me. “I didn’t want to just sit around these past few days, so I got most of it done. With help from this guy.” He looked at Alberto, who managed to get up by himself slightly better. We hugged as well. “Why did you have me come over?”, I asked. “Here”, he said as he waved for me to come over to a certain box. “These are things I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep. Take your time to go through them in your own time.” The box was marked Bernardo. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a picture of my Mom and myself in a frame. It was taken when she had just gotten sick. It was a picture that made me both happy and sad. “Just take the box home, Bernardo, and decide later”, my Dad said. I sighed. “Thanks Dad”, I said as I hugged him.

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I hung the wet clothes on the rack in the bathroom. I almost immediately began to sweat. It was quite hot in the apartment. Once I got done, I really wanted to go out and see the town but my legs were like jelly. All I really wanted to do is rest some more. I went to the bed and laid down on top of the sheets and decided to just take a short nap. I could feel myself drifting off instantly.

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My Dad let me say goodbye to the old house. It was a chapter of our lives that we were now both closing. Because we had lived so much of it together, he wanted me there when he would see it for the last time. We drove to his new apartment, much more suited for an older man by himself, and carried in the larger things, like his bed, the table and a sofa. And then he asked me if I had evening plans. “Can I take you out for food or are you meeting people?” Today had been so emotional, I felt guilty leaving him. But my Dad always knew when I was lying. “I met someone, Dad.” He looked at me without saying anything for a few seconds. “Did you meet a guy?” I nodded. Dad had had a tougher time accepting my sexuality than Mom. It used to be something I only discussed with her. But once she passed, he had gotten better about it. “So you have a date, tonight?” “Yes.” “He better be good enough for you”, he said just as he slapped me on the back. I smiled. “Come have dinner with me once I’m settled in the new place, OK?” “Absolutely!” We hugged. “Now go to your guy! We’ll take care of the rest!” I took the box with my name on it with me and went home.

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The bed was so comfortable… but it was so hot…

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I had only been gone for less than two hours. I opened the door and the apartment was silent. Maybe Adam’s clothes had dried and he had gone out to see the city. “Adam?” There was no reply. I put the box down on the kitchen table and poured myself some water. It was quite warm in the apartment. I opened a window. I walked to the bathroom and saw that all of Adam’s clothes were on the drying rack. Including his underwear, which was exclusively briefs. It then dawned on me that he can’t have had anything else to wear. Maybe he was taking a nap. I went into the bedroom and gasped. Adam was lying on top of the sheets on his side, with his back to me. It was very hot in the room, which explained why his briefs were down by his left ankle. He must have taken them off while sleeping. His right leg was raised. His bare butt was smooth and round. I took a mental picture and as a courtesy turned on the ceiling fan so he wouldn’t be as hot. I closed the door.

To be continued…

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I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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