Текст книги "Rough Trade "

Автор книги: Todd Gregory

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Cleaning up his place, he called Keith, told him he had not gone to Florida after all, but wanted to meet for a walk. Keith enthusiastically agreed to the unexpected invitation.

Hanging up, Michael spied the number he had written on the wall above the nightstand—the corner payphone. He considered dialing it, but the idea seemed crazy.

When Keith came, they walked uptown, Michael secretly searching for the Blueboy among the winter-wrapped pedestrians. But the young man was not to be found panhandling among shoppers or bumming smokes from office workers on breaks.

As they traipsed down to South Street, Keith complimented Michael’s newfound energy. Michael said nothing as he led them along the northern edge of Gray’s Ferry. Still no sign of the Blueboy.

Soon they came to the South Street Bridge, where the kid had jumped. Hadn’t he? Michael stopped halfway across, ignoring Keith’s puzzled expression as he scanned the river winding southward. In the distance behind scraggly trees, refinery smokestacks trailed charcoal wisps. Michael studied the riverside, trying to X-ray with his eyes the abandoned Navy Home in a vain effort to spy the house in Devil’s Pocket where the Blueboy had grown up. Where his brother had beaten him. Where he had become convinced life wasn’t worth living.

Your spirits are certainly up today, Keith remarked.

Michael snapped around. Behind his companion, the spires of the city rose up—all glass and metallic blue in the afternoon light. The river ran alongside, flashing bright slivers against murky indigo. The colors hurt Michael’s eyes. The wind blew sudden cold back into his bones and he found himself shivering.

*

A few days later, Michael’s phone rang in the middle of the night as it had long ago. At first he couldn’t believe the faint whisper of the voice in his ear. He crossed to the window and looked down at the street corner. The Blueboy stood by the payphone, face upturned toward Michael’s window.

Soon the boy was at his door. Ushered in, cold and damp, his skin so pale it showed the lace of blue veins beneath.

You’re frozen, Michael said, removing their clothes until his naked form lay atop the Blueboy’s goose-bumped skin. Michael tried to warm the Blueboy with hands and mouth. He drew the kid’s cock past his lips, glanced up, saw the Blueboy’s eyes roll back and shudder in their sockets.

So much coldness to fire, Michael thought. He reached to the nightstand for a condom, started to roll it on when he felt the chill of the Blueboy’s hand close around him. That’s not needed anymore, he said, guiding Michael in.

Inside his chest, Michael felt a silken skein unwind as if the Blueboy still held the psychic cord that had linked them the night of Michael’s fever. Michael let the Blueboy reel him in, rocking against the young man’s body, feeling a long-feared part of himself build toward release. Soon his warm cum filled the boy’s coldness.

Morning came, and Michael awoke alone, door once more locked from inside. When Keith came to walk Michael to his doctor’s appointment, Michael fought the urge to divulge everything, knowing Keith would only roll his eyes. At the hospital, Michael remained moody and silent as the doctor poked and prodded, only the faintest of smiles coloring his lips when he learned his T-cells were up, his physician impressed by his speedy turnaround.

The weather broke. No calls from the Blueboy came. Michael’s good health became a trophy Keith showed to his volunteer pals. Michael began to work out with them, meet them for herbal tea, attend their potluck dinners of tofu and tahini. He was glad for company if it meant taking his mind off the Blueboy for a while. And it had been years since he found himself welcomed by a group, though in the back of his mind he thought their chatter rang hollow; their friendship—even Keith’s—seemed forced, mere proof of the charity of the unafflicted.

Still he gratefully accepted when Keith arranged part-time work for him at the AIDS Fund, where Michael now spent mornings organizing bingo benefits hosted by drag queens and stuffing envelopes with brochures. Afternoons, Michael climbed the Stairmaster at the gym, sometimes glancing down at his chest, straining to glimpse the silken cord that might at any moment be tugged by an invisible hand. It never was. Evenings, he walked the streets a hustler might haunt, up and down Thirteenth past skinny black drag queens who called out hey white rooster. But the Blueboy was never among them, nor inside the bars that Michael checked each night. Spring was in the air and the Blueboy’s ghost had been sucked back into the dark.

One afternoon Michael entered St. John’s, though he hadn’t been to church since his father’s funeral. Out of habit he genuflected and crossed himself, then took a seat in back. An old woman crept past to the confessional. When she shut the wooden door, Michael raised his eyes to the vaulted ceiling, its filigreed firmament hazy and oiled behind a veneer of candle soot. Michael sighed and scanned the painted saints. What good would it do to take the old woman’s place when she left? The bearded carvings offered no answer. Michael rose, lit a candle before leaving, recalling the distant lights from his dream, how hard it had been to reach them.

And now when night comes, Michael stays up late, dials the number written on the wall above his nightstand. He carries the old black rotary to the window and looks down at the corner where the lost boys gather. Regulars ignore the ringing payphone as they place their palms on open car windows. Occasionally a curious new boy picks up the payphone receiver, and Michael listens in silence as a naïve hello threads through wires to reach his ear.

Fingers point to Michael’s window as the newcomer learns who the caller is. A peal of laughter rises. Michael shrinks from the lost boys’ sight. He sinks to the floor, hears the payphone receiver drop and clatter, yanking against its cord. He shuts his eyes, wondering how can he help himself when each upturned face might be the Blueboy’s come again—his hand lifting the fallen receiver, his voice whispering It’s me. Snowflakes fall on the Blueboy’s cheeks, collect on his lashes. Michael can feel them melting.

Contributors

JONATHAN ASCHE’S work has appeared in numerous magazines, including Playguy, Inches, Torso, Honcho, and In Touch for Men, as well as the anthologies Friction 3, Three the Hard Way, Manhandled, Buttmen 2 and 3, Best Gay Erotica 2004 and 2005, and Hot Gay Erotica. He is also the author of the erotic novels Mindjacker and Moneyshots. He lives in Atlanta with his husband, Tomé, and their neurotic pets.

DAN BOYLE is a Los Angeles–based writer. His first novel, Huddle, published in 2003, is about nine gay men whose team vies for the championship of the West Los Angeles Flag Football League. His second novel, Housecleaning,published in 2007, is about a gay Caltech physicist trying to find a unified principle of the universe who returns to Seattle to care for his mother who is dying of a strange form of dementia in which she falls back in time. A former newspaper reporter, Dan currently works for a large public relations agency covering healthcare.

BILL BRENT knows you aren’t reading this book for the authors’ bios. Follow Bill’s antics at www.LitBoy.com.

DALE CHASE has been writing gay erotica for eight years with over 100 stories published in various anthologies and magazines including translation into German. His first literary effort recently appeared in the Harrington Gay Men’s Fiction Quarterly.

M. CHRISTIAN is the author of the critically acclaimed and best-selling collections Dirty Words, Speaking Parts, The Bachelor Machine, and Filthy; and the novels Running Dry and The Very Bloody Marys. He is the editor of Confessions, Amazons, and Garden of Perverse (with Sage Vivant), The Mammoth Book of Future Cops and The Mammoth Book of Tales of the Road (with Maxim Jakubowski), and over 18 other anthologies. His short fiction has appeared in over 200 books and magazines including Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Transgendered Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica and—well, you get the idea. He lives in San Francisco and is only some of what that implies.

TODD GREGORY is a New Orleans native and pornographer who has published many stories in a varied and eclectic selection of Web sites and anthologies. He has also edited the anthologies His Underwear and Blood Lust (with M. Christian). His first novel, Every Frat Boy Wants It, was published by Kensington in 2007; they are also publishing his vampire novella Bloodon the Moon. He is currently working on his next novel, about a gay gym, tentatively titled Muscles.

GREG HERREN is the author of seven novels, including Murder in the Rue Ursulines and the Lambda Literary Award–winning Murder in the Rue Chartres. He has edited numerous anthologies, including FRATSEX, Full Body Contact, and the Lambda Literary Award–winning Love, Bourbon Street: Reflections on New Orleans (with Paul J. Willis, his partner of fifteen years). He has published over fifty short stories, numerous journalism pieces, and currently lives in New Orleans with his longtime partner.

ADAM MCCABE is the pen name of a well-known mystery author. His work has appeared in a number of magazines and anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2000. He and his partner enjoy the research needed to create each story

KELLY MCQUAIN holds an MFA from the University of New Orleans and an MA from Temple University. He has twice won Fellowships from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, as well as Philadelphia City Paper Writing Awards in both fiction and poetry. His stories have appeared in The James White Review, Skin & Ink, Obsessed, The Harrington Gay Men’s Fiction Quarterly, Wilma Loves Betty, Best Gay Erotica, and elsewhere. Recently he juried the Philadelphia International Gay & Lesbian Film Festival. He is an associate professor of creative writing at Community College of Philadelphia.

CHRISTOPHER PIERCE is the author of the novel Rogue: Slave, published by StarBooks Press. His erotic fiction has been published in more than twenty-five anthologies, including Ultimate Gay Erotica 2005, 2006, 2007, and 2008. He co-edited the Fetish Chest Trilogy of anthologies with Rachel Kramer Bussel for Alyson Publications and edited Men on the Edge: Dangerous Gay Erotica for StarBooks. The second book in the Rogue Sequence is forthcoming. Visit Chris at http://www.christopherpierceerotica.com.

NEIL PLAKCY is the author of Mahu, Mahu Surfer, Mahu Fire, and Mahu Vice (August 2009), mystery novels set in Hawaii, and was the editor of Paws and Reflect: A Special Bond Between Man and Dog and Hard Hats: Gay Erotic Stories. More info at ww.mahubooks.com

NIC P. RAMSIES is an East Coast native with a passion for tiaras and ball gowns. He is a recovering Catholic. The second oldest in a family of six, Nic was the first boy in his small rural Pennsylvania town to NOT get his prom date pregnant. Voted most likely to take a boy to bed on the first date by his high school senior class (and they thought that was an insult), Nic has worked hard to live up to this title. While he is definitely royalty, no one would call him a queen. His name ultimately says it all. His erotic writing has appeared in the Alyson Press anthologies Sex Buddies and Bad Boys.

MAX REYNOLDS is the pseudonym of a well-known East Coast journalist and academic who teaches by day and just loves to write porn by night. Reynolds’s work has been widely published in magazines and anthologies, including Men of Mystery, His Underwear, FRATSEX, and Dangerous Liaisons. Reynolds’s erotic novel Touches of Evil will be published next year.

From Vancouver, Canada, JAY STARRE has written for numerous gay men’s magazines including Men,Torso, and Mandate. His stories have been included in over forty gay anthologies including Full Body Contact Kink, View to A Thrill, His Underwear, and Wired Hard 3. His short story “The Four Doors” was nominated for a 2003 Spectrum Award. His gay novel The Erotic Tales of the Knight Templars came out in the fall of 2007.

CAGE THUNDER is a professional wrestler for BGEast, the premier gay-interest wrestling video company in the world (www.BGEast.com). He has several wrestling-themed erotica stories in upcoming anthologies, is working on a novel, Going Down for the Count, and is also putting together of erotic wrestling stories written by gay wrestlers, called Learning the Ropes.

AARON TRAVIS is the pen name of novelist Steven Saylor. His first erotic story appeared in 1979 in Drummer magazine. Over the next fifteen years he wrote dozens of short stories, the serialized novel Slaves of the Empire, and hundreds of book and video reviews for magazines including, First Hand, Manscape, Hombres, Advocate Men, Mandate, Blueboy, Studflix, and Stroke. His stories have also been translated into Dutch, German, and Japanese. In 2003, his story “The Hit” was voted their all-time favorite by readers of Susie Bright’s Best American Erotica anthology series. Visit him at www.stevensaylor.com/AaronTravis.

GREG WHARTON is the author of Johnny Was & Other Tall Tales and the editor/co-editor of numerous anthologies including Invert(e): flagrantly queer culture, politics, sex, and dish and the Lambda Literary Award–winning I Do/I Don’t: Queers on Marriage. He lives in the California with his brilliant and sexy husband Ian.

LOGAN ZACHARY is a mystery author living in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where he works as an occupational therapist, is an avid reader and book collector. He enjoys movies, concerts, plays, and all the other cultural events that the Twin Cities have to offer. His stories can be found in Hard Hats, Taken By Force, Boys Caught in the Act, Ride Me Cowboy, Service with a Smile, Best Gay Erotica 2009, and Ultimate Gay Erotica 2009. He can be reached at [email protected].