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Post #111
Time for
the second installment of “A Hawk in the City.” Hawk’s about to go on a new
venture, so let’s go along with him to see how it turns out. This segment picks
up right after Hawk put his hands on a passed-out Grover Whitedeer and
discovered a lust for his best bud.
*****
A HAWK IN THE CITY
For the next few days
Hawk fought an almost overwhelming need to confess what he had done to Grove. How
would the guy react? He’d either get pissed off and rupture a friendship or give
a belly laugh and make a joke out of it. One thing Hawk knew for sure… it was
no joke. Not to him.
The battle to get himself
back under control almost cost him his reputation as a competent, unflappable
professional of even temper and firm ideas about how things are done. Hawk
laughed to himself. If they could only see him on the inside.
He asked Amadeo for a few
days off. Now that he had it, Hawk had no idea what to do with it. There was no
reason to go home, his parents had gone over, and is brother lived in New York.
“Hey, man,” Grove advised,
“go to Tucson or Phoenix.”
“Why?” Hawk demanded.
Grove shrugged. “Find
some girls. And live it up.”
In the end, Hawk chose
Phoenix, probably because Grove claimed it had the biggest bar in the southwest.
Maybe he’d go on up to the Grand Canyon if he had the time.
The drive was long, but
reasonably pleasant. He got sidetracked by places like Cochise’s Hideout and
Tombstone and drove straight through Phoenix to the Grand Canyon. The next day
he found a decent motel on Van Buren, which seemed to be a main east-west drag
through the city. With nothing better to do, that evening he hit the advertised
“biggest bar in the west”. It was like every other bar in the world except you
could have played football in it if you cleared the tables away. The Friday
night crowd kept the joint jumping. He knew absolutely no one, but he’d been in
hundred strange bars before, so he found a table and sipped on a brew while he
waited to see what would happen.
What happened was half a
dozen women stopped by to chat, have a drink, and take his measure. He was
tempted to latch onto one for old Grove, but that wasn’t the itch that needed
attention. That realization surprised him. He’d been intimate with two men and
had strong feelings for each. Women he’d got with on a whim, but sex with males
had been accompanied by a strong mutual attraction. Now, he just wanted one to
haul his ashes. Was that a deterioration of his ethical code? He snorted! What
ethical code?
A little before 2:00 a.m.,
he’d had his fill of the place. As he stood to go to the men’s room, Hawk
discovered he’d had more to drink than he thought. He never staggered like some
drunks, but he knew when his head wasn’t right… and his head wasn’t right.
“Sir,” someone said at
his side. “Last call if you want another drink before closing.”
He turned his eyes on the
waiter who’d spent the evening slipping back and forth between the tables,
laughing and joking with the patrons as he took and delivered orders. Hawk took
a good look at the kid. Had to be twenty-one to serve drinks, but he looked
younger. Blond hair turning brown. Slim-waisted. Short. Wasn’t more than
five-seven. Good-looking in a snub-nosed way.
“Yeah, sure. Another
beer. Right now I gotta go find the men’s room.”
“It’s over there,” the
kid said, pointing with his chin since his hands were full of dirty glasses. “If
you want more than one I’ll have to bring it now. Can’t serve after this.”
“Okay. Two if you’ll sit
down and talk to me.”
“Can’t. Working. There’s
an after-hours joint up the street where you’ll find someone to talk to,” the
kid answered.
“Will you be there?”
“No. Well. Sure, why not.
I can unwind for an hour or so. Name’s Sam.”
“Hawk. I’ll wait in the
parking lot. Blue Dodge pickup…older model,” he added as an afterthought.
When he returned from the
men’s room, Hawk worked on beer as the place slowly emptied. He caught
occasional glimpses of Sam as he rushed to clean his tables. The boy stopped by
once.
“Gonna take me half an
hour to get outa here. It’s okay if you don’t want to wait.”
“I’ll wait.”
Exactly a half-hour after
the joint closed, Sam walked to the pickup and crawled into the passenger’s
seat. “You’ll have to take me home later, okay? The after-hours place is north
of here.”
Hawk exited the parking
lot with exaggerated care and turned north. He sure as hell didn’t need a DUI
in a strange city. The tiny joint was about as crowded as the bar had been,
mostly with younger people. Hawk hadn’t been thinking straight, assuming they’d
be left alone to talk. A couple of times Hawk saw the kid watching him talk to some
woman who stopped by.
Hawk stood. “Let’s get
out of here.”
Sam drained his cola, and
they made their way out of the place.
“Sorry to drag you here
and then chicken out on you, Hawk said. “Somehow I thought it would be
quieter.”
“Yeah. You said you
wanted to talk. How about here?” Sam suggested as he crawled into the cab of
the pickup.
“Fine with me,” Hawk
said, and then promptly fell silent.
Sam finally broke the
quiet. “Lots of women stopped at your table to talk. You could have left with
any of them. How come you didn’t? They’d talk to you. And you could have got
something extra.”
“Wasn’t in the mood, I
guess. Fed up with women… for a while anyway.”
“Oh, woman trouble, huh?”
“You could say that? How
about you?”
“Don’t have one… right
now.”
“What do you do for
diversion?”
The kid’s eyes flicked
over him. “Swim. Run some. Read. Work. Not much.”
Hawk turned in the seat. “Sam,
we can call it a night, and I can take you home or…?”
“Or?”
“Or I can take you to my motel.”
Sam licked his lips
nervously. “You aren’t…”
“Aren’t what?”
“You’re not trying to trap
me, are you? I mean, you seem straight to me. I can tell you have lots of experience
with women. You don’t act gay.”
There it was, finally
come to slap him in the face. Hawk considered the kid for a moment. “I don’t
know if I am or not, Sam. But right now I want to go to my room with you and make
love until you holler uncle.”
Even in the darkness Hawk
could see the boy color a bit. “I’m… I’m not very experienced at this kind of
thing,” Sam said. “Only been with a couple of guys. Mostly just fooling around.”
“What’ll it be?”
“Will you take me home
tomorrow morning?”
The shy boy sitting
beside him seemed completely different from the waiter trading insults with a
host of drunken patrons. Neither of them spoke again until they entered the
motel room.
When Hawk undressed him,
Sam clamped his hands over his genitals and blushed, reminding Hawk of a
painting he’d seen once by someone named Rockwell. The Indian walked around
behind the boy and gently massaged his shoulders until he slowly relaxed. A
little later, as they lay naked side by side on the bed, Sam turned to him.
“Can I
just touch you? Anywhere I want?”
“That’s
what we’re here for.”
“You’re so handsome,” the
boy said. “And such a man! Why are you interested in me?”
“You caught my eye in the
bar, and I kept thinking it would be nice to feel your hands on me.”
“Is it?” Sam asked,
laying his head on Hawk’s chest.
“Yes. Nice.”
“You have such pretty
skin. It’s different. Smooth like silk. And it’s—I don’t know—resilient, I
guess you’d say. Like baby’s skin, only tougher.”
Hawk laughed. “First time
I’ve heard that.”
Sam’s hands started to
wander, stoking sensations inside Hawk. He’d expected more than masturbation,
but he closed his eyes and allowed the boy his way. Hawk’s eyes snapped open as
his ejaculation came almost without warning, which somehow made the orgasm more
intense.
“Did I do all right?” Sam
asked.
“You did something
right!”
“Will… will you hold me
while I get it off?”
Remembering Ramon’s
shyness when they first explored one another, Hawk came up on his elbow to explore
Sam’s fine body until the youth groaned through his own climax.
Experiencing an
awkwardness that Hawk hadn’t had with Ramon or Brit, made him realize he and
this stranger had simply satisfied a biological urge. There was no love
involved. He thought seriously of driving Sam home right then but took the lazy
way and drifted off to sleep beside him.
Sometime before dawn, he
felt the boy stir. Moments later, a warm mouth closed over him. He hardened. Without
either of them speaking a word, the boy worked over him until Hawk climaxed
silently. Still without words, they fell back asleep.
After a breakfast at the
motel’s café, Hawk drove the boy to his rooming house. Sam shyly offered to
meet him after work that evening, but Hawk said he was heading home this afternoon.
Actually, he spent the next night in Phoenix as well. He found a downtown
flea-market and got caught up buying little trinkets for the rest of the Rezagados. He bargained hard, but still
spent too much. He didn’t care. Every one of his compadres would appreciate the joke the little gifts
represented. He had dinner alone, got a good night’s sleep, and started back on
Sunday.
*****
I sense
mixed feelings from our friend Curt Huntinghawk. Think maybe his Phoenix trip
simply confused him more. But he isn’t back home yet. Let’s see what happens
next week. Remember, I’m posting weekly until this story is told. Then I’ll go
back to first and third Thursdays.
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