“Oh come on. You can’t actually be cross at me. You had to know that if you skipped beating the floor rugs that you would get spanked with the rug beater!”
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Pikesville, Maryland
1927
Jonathan laughed at a joke Wilford told him. “Well that’s quite wild, but don’t be making jokes like that in front of the boss!”
“Well, that’s why I told it before I went in!”
Jonathan chuckled. “You are the most entertaining man in the office, WIlford.”
Wilford smirks and tips his hat. “Kind of you to say. Now, I am going into the office and I will behave.”
“Oh you do that. I will be coming in soon.”
Jonathan wiped the crumbs off his lap. He had purchased breakfast from a bakery nearby, but chose to sit and eat it outside instead of at his desk. It was a beautiful spring day and everything was coming alive. He was distracted by their secretary Mary hurrying toward him at a fast shuffle.
“Goodness, Marybelle, what is the rush? Emergency typing?”
She swatted at him. “No, you rascal, I have something serious to tell you.”
“Well what is it?”
She looked around. “Not here. When you get settled, call me into your office ok?”
Jonathan looked bewildered. “Copy, darlin. I’ll make my way in.”
Mary adjusted her skirts. “Thank you.” And then marched inside.
Jonathan went to his office and opened a window. He went through his planner, and then set to writing a letter. “Mary? Darlin’ could you come in here please?” He called out through the open door.
The telephone rang. “One moment please.” Jonathan waited. He soon heard her heels on the wood floor.
“Well what is it?”
She closed the door and a smiled bloomed on her face. “I have your answer to your prayers.”
Jonathan stared at her.
She folded her skirt under her and sat down at the chair opposite his desk. “I’m in the family way,” she whispered.
Jonathan’s eyes went wide. “Marybelle, you aren’t–!”
She noticed the open window and got up to shut it. “I am. Very much am. Doctor thinks it’s over a month now.”
“Well I – congratulations?” Jonathan tilted his head. A spike of jealousy went through him but he tried to be cordial.
“I want you and Samuel to have it.”
Jonathan dropped his pen and gasped. “Marybelle! Did you – did you get pregnant just for-”
She waved her hands in front of him. “No, no. I saw a suitor back in March. Things …well, you know. When I found out I was pregnant, I told him. He gave me a few dollars, told me to do the right thing, and vanished.” Her cheeks turned red.
“What a bastard,” Jonathan murmured.
“He is,” she said. She pushed a tear out of her eye. “He didn’t care about me or the baby. He would rather me die on a back alley abortion table than burden him with responsibility.”
Jonathan reached out to caressed her arm. “My apologies. Being a woman isn’t easy in the city.”
She nodded. “Part of me wishes I stayed in Maine, but part of me knows this is what happens to city girls who let their emotions make choices for them. Which is why I want to make some good come out of this. Please, won’t you and Samuel at least think about it?”
“Mary…”
“ I may be fired once i start showing, being unmarried and all, so you may only have one or two months left to make a decision.”
“I won’t let that happen!”
Mary smiled. “You’re sweet, Jonathan. I would have gone after you if…”
Jonathan gave a crooked smile. “If you haven’t caught me and Samuel being sweet at the Christmas party last year?”
“That, yes,” she chuckled girlishly.
“I am glad it was you that caught us. Oh, I shouldn’t have drank so much wine…I was such a fool.”
Mary swatted him. “We all drank too much. Did I ever tell you I was coming out in the garden to vomit?”
Jonathan burst out laughing. “I did not! That’s not very ladylike.”
“No it isn’t, but you know, city girls.”
They shared a chuckle.
Jonathan grew quiet. He glanced at his mostly blank letter and then spoke agian.
“Mary…this is, erm, quite something, this gift you want to give us. Honestly it’s just now sinking in what you told me. I almost don’t want it be real, because the thought of having the idea taken from me is almost too painful. It’s all Samuel wants is to be a father.”
Mary smiled. “The baby will grow with our hope. I know you’ll raise it well. And I’ll be nearby.”
“Yes. Oh Mary…” Jonathan took his hands in her own. “Bless you. Thank you.”
“Oh, it makes me so happy you agree. So very happy.” She pulled her hand out of Jonathan’s so she could wipe away from tears. Jonathan gave her his hankie.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Have you seen a physician?”
“Yes. That’s how I knew I was a month.”
”Oh right.”
”I have to go buy some special vitamins, but I’m going to wait until the weekend when I have to go pay my electricity bill. It’s on the other side of town and I can get the vitamins at the pharmacy there without anyone noticing.”
“You are so determined. I hope this baby will be fierce and headstrong like you.”
Mary swallowed. “Please don’t make me cry at work.”
Jonathan chuckled. “I am so sorry. But I am so grateful. I cannot wait to tell Samuel when I come home tonight. I do wish I could phone him, but I don’t want to pull him away from work at the factory. We may need the money, it looks like.”
Mary stood and smiled. “Always sensible. I want a full report on his response the next day.”
“You will get it, absolutely. May I call you at home?”
Mary wrote down her number. “It’s a boarding house, but just ask for me and the matron will find me.”
Jonathan pocketed it. “Thank you. I will.”
“Now, Mr. Greyson, do you need any other reports typed this afternoon?”
Jonathan chuffed. “No, Mary that’ll be all. If anyone asks why your eyes are red, tell them I scolded you on typos.”
“Oh you couldn’t scold me if I set the typewriter on fire!”
“…Can you do that?”
Mary left the room laughing and went back to her desk at the front. Jonathan sat in his chair for a while and then went to open the window again. He glanced out at the buds in the trees, the pretty colors erupting in the flower beds. Everything was coming alive. Oh, it would be so hard to hold in this joyous news for the whole work day. Jonathan spent a good twenty minutes thinking how to tell Samuel before reluctantly going back to work. Oh, wow, a baby of their own! How was he supposed to focus on that letter now??
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Captions are fictional. Gettin’ vintage in here.
That moment of knowing that your fears are totally unfounded, that your trust in him has paid off, is bliss. When a slow song comes on, and all he wants is to cuddle you skin to skin? Bliss. To be shirtless in a throbbing gay club and he hasn’t flirted with anyone else? Bliss. Confidence. Trust. Reassurance. He’s definitely yours. He definitely likes you, like a lot. No need to worry anymore. No reason for paranoia or jealousy. All the evidence you need is right in front of you. You wrap your arms around him and kiss the top of his head. You tell you that you love him, although you’re sure he can’t hear it over the music.
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Falling into those brown eyes
“Hi,” you say as you caress his shoulder.
“Hi,” he smiles back.
“Worn out?”
He nods but looks happy. “I’m exhausted.”
“Well your tour bus doesn’t leave until 9 pm tonight, so you can sleep all day if you want.”
“But…I don’t wanna. I want to spend it with you.”
“Aww, babe.” You lean over to kiss his forehead. “You’re very sweet, but you would also be useless. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up for lunch.”
“You promish?”
“Yes.”
“Thatsh good.” He lowers himself back to the pillow, and in seconds he’s snoring.
I snort and shake my head. Dead to the world.
We had broken up before he went on tour. Not that we really wanted to break up, but that he was going on tour for six weeks and his band was getting a lot of attention. That’s a long time to be apart, especially with cute boys in every city waiting with a click of an app. We always prided ourselves on being a realistic, casual couple, but both of us were trying to out-stoic the other in being chill about the break up. Neither wanted of us wanted it, and we took our pain in silence. Time heals all wounds right?
I tried to ignore that halfway through said tour it came through Austin, and that they had the next day off in Austin, and I tried not to show any interest in the show. I wasn’t expecting him to show up at my door that evening of the show – when he was supposed to be at sound-check, that asshole – with red eyes, telling me he missed me, he was lonely, he was in love with me, and he also, did he say he missed me?
I mean, what guy doesn’t want to hear that? Swept me right off my feet. I may have cried when we made up in the hallway. He guest listed me for the show, and we left as soon as his set was finished. I was still bewildered at the fact I got laid last night and woke up with him in my bed. I watched him sleep. Yep, he was very much here… in my bed. Mr. I’m Slowly Getting Famous just wanted to sleep in my bed. Good Christ. I felt my chest getting tight.
The next three weeks of this tour were going to be painful for an entirely new reason. It was going to suck waiting for him to get home so we could pick up from where we left off.
But I still had at least half a day with him today. I decided to pack a lunch so we could take it to the park together. It would be a date. It would be romantic. It would be just us.
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I walk into the living room with my coffee. “Oh! There you are. Your
bedroom was empty. Is that the stray lad you brought in last night?”
James nods. I can tell he’s smiling behind his hands.
“You’ve taken quite a fancy to him have you?”
James nods.
“Did you have a bit of a frolic this morning?”
James nods again.
“Well
done. You got in quite late last night too.” You eyes rove over the two
of them. Where are their clothes? And is that a sheet? “James,
honey…are you both twisted up in the sheet?”
He nods.
“Are you stuck because he’s asleep?”
He begins to giggle.
“Oh James, you poor dear. Stuck on top of a naked hunk.”
“I have to pee,” he whispers.
My turn to laugh. “Alright, let’s get you off of him without waking him.” I could tell by the pleased look on his face that he didn’t really want to get up.
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You knew the boy you took home from the club was grateful for sex. He was horny. You couldn’t blame him. Lotta hot guys in the club. You didn’t even care that he walked funny cause of some condition he had. His ass was still fuckable. All you needed. But apparently you under-estimated how grateful your boytoy was for said fucking because you woke up to coffee and the most beautiful donuts in the universe.
“Wow.”
“They smell sooo good.”
“They’re almost too pretty to eat.”
“….But you will eat them right?”
“Eventually. Say, boy?”
“Yes?”
“I fucked you once last night. But there’s six donuts here. Want to even it out a bit?”
His eyes go wider than the donuts. “Really? You still want to fuck me? Even sober?”
I snort. “You need to get your self esteem up. Yeah. I do. You have a really nice ass. Let’s go eat breakfast in bed!”
”Ok!!”
You watch him walk in that strange gait of his. It made his butt move in an exaggerated way. Kind of mesmerizing really. “I’m definitely going to eat this cream puff thing off your ass…”
“Did you say something?”
“What? Nope.”
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Captions are fictional. I want those donuts.
“Paul?”
“What?” he grumped. He wouldn’t look at his friend.
“I’m not mad. I’m not upset with you for looking. It’s ok.”
“…You’re not going to beat me up?”
“Nah. I kind of uh, like it, that you look.”
Paul stared at his friend. “What?” He hissed.
“I said I don’t mind if you look.”
Paul looked around. “You’re going to get beat up if you talk like that!”
“Oh who cares? No one can hear us. We’ll all be naked when we go swimming anyway.”
“…That’s. Well.”
John began to giggle. “It’s so silly. If we swim naked, no one cares but if I tell you I like your arse when we’re dry it’s worth a beating?”
Paul cracked a smile. “It’s a little silly.”
“It is! Very silly. About as silly as us falling in mud earlier and dirtying our pants. Come on, let’s go to the waterhole now. Everyone’s ahead of us. I want to grill some hot dogs!”
“Coming!”
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**Study of “thinking of You”**
This original drawing is already available HERE.
Mama told Theodore to not socialize with the ‘Negro’ who gardened on their property. Theo was told to avoid him at all costs because he would “corrupt” her sweet boy. Mama did not expect or know that someone should have warned the gardener about Theodore, who so easily corrupted him first. There were many daring nights fucking on the dark lawn, fornicating in the shrubbery, and pleasuring each-other with oral in the horsebarn before dawn…
Of course, when Theo was finally caught buried balls deep in the gardener’s behind, Theo got the most severe punishing of his life. He couldn’t sit for days and felt so remorseful he couldn’t even get an erection – but watching the gardener work without shirt slowly fixed that broken organ.
Mama was horrified at the direction of Theo’s gaze even after his punishment, and sent the gardener to another manor and her son off to proper boarding school. Theo was disappointed, but played along because Mama was fool – sending Theo to a boarding school full of vigorous teenage boys? What was she thinking!
Theo had his mind to be his own type of teacher after the lights went out, and indeed sampled many young men for many days. But when he was alone with his own hand and own time, his thoughts drifted back to that sweaty gardener with the most beautiful dark skin and the deepest moans…
Theo swore one day he would graduate university, find that man, and hire him for his own home. And he’d never call him ‘Negro’ again. He’d call him by his proper name, Nelson -hm, no Dear Nelson- and require them both to always be naked. It would be such a sight!
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It’s basically an invitation
“Oh hello honey.”
“Don’t mind me. Just doing a routine inspection and check.”
“A check? for what?”
“To make sure you still have a butt and it’s a nice butt. MMnn… mmn. Hm. Yep. Still there. All good.”
“Well that’s a relief. Thank you for your diligence in this relationship. I can’t see my butt and can’t check myself.”
“It’s my pleasure. Love ya.”
“Love you too babe.”
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Dave bounced on the tumbling floor of the gym, trying to loosen up his calves a bit. He watched Aaron walk to the mat wearing these pure white shorts that matched well with his peach skin and tousled red hair. The sun hit him just right as he stretched, throwing sunbeams against the curves of his muscles. Such health, such vigor…such glowing skin and bulging arms….
“Hey Dave, are you coming out for food n stuff afterwards?… Dave…? Buddy?”
Dave gulped. “Oh shit.”
Aaron looked confused. “What?”
“Oh fuck shit.”
“What??”
“I just realized I’m gay. Like totally gay.”
Aaron lowered his arms. He looked behind himself, then back at Dave. “What just happened here?”
“I don’t know. You just made me realize I’m gay.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I don’t know. It just…hit me.” Dave looked at his hands. “Damn.”
“…You didn’t know? Buddy we all knew.”
it was Dave’s turn to stare. “I’m sorry what?”
“Dude you didn’t know?”
“You knew?”
“I thought you knew!” Aaron said.
“I didn’t!”
“Also what on earth brought this on?”
Dave blushed. “You and your…stretching thing.”
“Me?” he squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“Uh, thanks, I think?”
“I should be thanking you. I feel so much clarity right now.”
“Good for you buddy. Are you gonna use the floor or can I do some passes?”
Dave waved him into the mat. “Yeah go for it.” He went to sit down on the bench. “Hey Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you all know?”
Aaron grinned. “You stare at our butts more than the girls.”
Dave groaned and buried his face in his hands.
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