On The Sidewalk

Ty finished dinner, said good night to the waitress, and walked out into the street.  It wasn't autumn yet, but only because the leaves had refused to fall.  He saw the crowd before he heard the music.  Strings. The Street Music Quartet had set up in front of the old hardware store entrance.  Best acoustics downtown Billie had said.  He jay walked.  In this town of over achievers, degenerates and homeless, jay walking wasn't a crime.  Not safe, but you wouldn't end up with a ticket and a fine.  Then, as often happens when one lives in a big small town, he saw someone he knew.  The name he couldn't remember, but the underwear he did.

It was the end of a nice date.  Ty had not figured he was going to get laid by this kid, but he wanted to have a nice evening out with a handsome young man.  This boy agreed, and to the Waterbar they went.  It wasn't a remarkable date.  It wasn't an interesting date.  They boy was far too high for Ty to be engaged.  But when he got out of the car to hug the boy good night, the boy mistook his actions and said, "Wow, no one has ever walked me to my door."

"You are a well spoken, obviously intelligent, handsome young man.  [Standard line number 3 when Ty was caught off guard and did not know what to say.] Men should be walking you to your door every night." [Ad lib, to make the previous remark less rote.  More for Ty's benefit than the boy's.]

He climbed a single stair on the stoop, turned, thought, and leanded into Ty.  Ty's hand, in a natural response, went up to boy's back and under his shirt.  It was the most unexpected sexual sensation Ty had felt in a long time.   The low hung cords and the tight underwear riding above the belt line.  His hand hung in a state of surprise and gratitude, and then began to move of its own accord.  The kiss lasted thiry seconds, the tactile memory of the bare skin of his back, the elastic of his underwear and the leather of his belt has lasted nine months.

video by: KPWillett