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Mi Amor 47: Ski Interlude
I’ve never been a big fan of the cold, which is one of the reasons why I love living in Miami. But Frank was a major skier, and I could make my way down a slope. Every morning we skied for a while, then went back to the chalet. We fucked in each of the bedrooms, the living room, the master bathroom, the kitchen, and the sauna -- though not all on the same day.It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies. All the pent-up desire and frustration from having to hide at Deerfield exploded, and for twelve days we had our own little porno adventure. We tried everything our fertile brains and overactive libidos could come up with, including those water sports Frank had mentioned the first time we met.Eventually, our Sex 101 class had to end, and we went back to Deerfield. Frank was cagey about where he was applying to college, but I figured it would be somewhere in New England, and I’d be able to do some road trips. My parents were buying me a car for my senior year, so I could
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 48: Score
I’d been determined for years that I wasn’t going to let that kind of thing happen to me again. I kept my relationships casual, and made sure to be the first one to break up. But with Javier Marisco, I’d let my guard down. I’d let myself fall in love, despite all the warning signs. And now here I was, crying my heart out one more time.I wondered if Javier had seen me in the doorway of the restaurant. If he had, what would he do? Would he call with some lame excuse? Pretend it had never happened? Or worst of all, tell me it didn’t matter?I could imagine what had happened. He’d been so freaked out by being outed at work that he’d arranged to make out at a restaurant with a girl just to reinforce his straight cred. Were there other contractors there? There had to be. After all, what’s a show without an audience?I decided I was done with men like Frank, Javier, and Vlad Solonenko. No more closet doors for this gay boy. I was going to be out, loud, and proud.Thursday morning, I was sti
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 49: Job Offer
I didn’t fall apart until I got home. I threw off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I turned the water on hot, stuck my head under the flow, and started to cry.After I broke up with Frank Settle, I didn’t have another boyfriend at Deerfield. I fooled around with a few guys, but it was just sex. It wasn’t until halfway through my freshman year at Oberlin that I went on a real date with another guy. We had dinner at a French café in town, and then we went to a late movie. We sat in the back of the theater and made out. We didn’t even have sex.But I wouldn’t go out with him again. I started a pattern -- meeting a guy, dating him for a while, having lots of sex, then dumping him. Sometimes, the feeling was mutual; neither of us wanted to see each other again. But there were guys who couldn’t take a hint, who kept calling and e-mailing me, trying for something more.The pattern continued when I moved to South Beach. There were so many guys there, and an awful lot of them just wante
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 50: Family Support
“What are we doing?” I asked Jean-Jacques.“Not we. Me.”“You mean a job job?” I asked. “Not a gig job?”He nodded. “This Haitian entrepreneur from Fort Lauderdale. He needs someone to market prepaid cell phones for him. Someone who speaks Creole and has a lot of personal charm.” He fanned himself. “Like moi.”“Wow. Would you still be able to help out at events?”“I think so.” He stretched his legs and then stood up. “I’m sorry, Adam, this has been a long time coming. But I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for certain. I need to grow up. Get a real job, with health insurance and paid vacation.”“Why? It’s not like you’ve got a family to support.”“But I do. I’ve been paying the rent on my mother’s house. And now my little sister is starting at Miami-Dade, and I’m paying her tuition. I need to be sure I can keep doing that, and with Vlad out of the picture, I don’t see how we’ll keep making money.”I nodded. “I’ve been thinking myself.” I pulled the covers up around my neck. “I’m a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 51: Bad News
It was Agent Green. He looked disheveled, as if he’d been up all night. His white shirt was wrinkled, his tie askew, and there were dark circles under his eyes. “What can I do for you?” I asked.“May I come in?”I shrugged. “Sure.” I walked toward the kitchen, and over my shoulder I said, “Can I get you anything to drink? Orange juice, water, coffee?”“I’d kill for some caffeine.”“I won’t ask you to do that, though I’m sure you’re armed. Have a seat. I’ll get something going.”My cappuccino maker was earning its keep. I ground some beans, started the brewing, frothed the milk. I didn’t know what had brought Agent Green to my door, but I had a feeling it wasn’t a social call. The longer I could delay whatever it was he wanted, the better.When I came out of the kitchen with two mugs of cappuccino, I saw him reading an Advocate magazine I’d left on the coffee table. Well, well, I thought. I wondered if Jean-Jacques was right.“So what brings you here in the middle of a Friday morning?”
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 52: Missing Money
It was too much for my brain to process. Vlad was dead, and the men who killed him were looking for the box of money he’d left in my storage unit -- a box that the FBI had. What did that mean for me?Angus leaned forward. “Maybe it would be better for you to go back to your parents in New Jersey.”“Like they couldn’t follow me there? No thank you.”We sat there and stared at each other until he said, “Do you think I could take a shower?”“Excuse me?”“I’m going to stick around for a while, in case anyone tries to contact you. But it’s been an awful long time since I was clean. The sewer plant’s a pretty smelly place.”“I’ll get you a towel,” I said, standing up.While he was in the shower, I pulled out a black T-shirt, a pair of slacks, and a black silk thong. When he came out, the towel wrapped around his waist, his red hair sticking up in damp spikes, I handed him the pile. “You’re about my size. You can’t put your dirty clothes back on.”He looked at the pile. “A thong’s not my sty
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 53: Memory of Javier
By the middle of the afternoon, I was looking at the way Angus filled out that black T-shirt I had lent him, and wondering how hard it would be to get him out of it. Maybe a little wild monkey sex with a cute FBI agent would be just the ticket to melt away my blues.That was stupid, though. I stood up. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me if any crazy Russian killers come to the door.”Angus looked up from his computer. “Will do,” he said and then went back to work.I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t doze off. Instead I started thinking about Javier. What was it about him that had hooked me? If I could figure it out, maybe I could wipe him out of my brain and my heart.When was it that I had fallen in love with him? Not at the Publix, when our eyes met over stargazer lilies. That was just electricity. Was it in the men’s room at the Balinese trailer, when he kissed me?No, that couldn’t be it. I’d kissed a lot of men in my day, and even though that was a world-class kiss, it hadn’t been en
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03Mi Amor 54: Negotiation
Lying there in my bedroom, Angus Green in the other room, I felt so sad and yet horny that I wanted to walk out there naked, interrupt whatever he was doing, and give myself up to him. He was adorable, he was gay, he was there. Just like the saying goes, my stiff dick had no conscience.I reached down to touch myself. There was a tiny bubble of precum at the tip of my dick. I touched it, rubbed it lightly down my shaft.Then my cell phone rang.It was out in the living room, so I had to scramble into a pair of shorts and hurry out there. Angus was holding the phone out to me and didn’t seem to notice that my dick was pressing against my shorts. “Go ahead, answer it,” Angus said.“Adam Beller, Beller Beach.”“You have something that belongs to me.” The voice was gruff, with a heavy Russian accent.I was tempted to reply “Big trouble for moose and squirrel,” as if we were in a Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon, but instead I forced myself to say, “Who’s this?”“Who I am is not your business.
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Mi Amor 84: A Little Situation
The morning of our wedding, Javier and I were up at first light. We went for a run together along the beach, then out to brunch, where we toasted each other with mimosas. “This is probably the last time today we’ll have time to ourselves, mi amor,” Javier said. “So I have some things I want to say to you.”I sipped my mimosa. “Yes?”“I love you, but you know that. You encourage me, you frustrate me, you make me see things differently, you force me to open up my heart and confront my emotions. I am so glad that you have come into my life.”I felt myself tearing up. “I love you too, Javier. When I was cruising along without much direction to my life, you came along with a strong hand and a warm heart. You looked beneath my surface the way few people have been able to do. Every day I want to be a better man so that I can deserve you.”We lifted our glasses again and clinked them together. “Then let’s get married,” Javier said.We drove up to the Ancient Spanish Monastery, a beautiful sma
Mi Amor 83: Medicare Fraud
A few weeks later, I was in the living room when Liana called Javier. He put the phone on speaker so I could hear. “That doctor Papi was going to in Hialeah,” she said. “He’s been arrested for Medicare fraud! The clinic closed down. Mami is so frightened the police are going to come for them.”“As long as she doesn’t expect anything from me,” Javier said. “They’ve both made it clear that they don’t want Adam and me in their lives.”“They’ll come around eventually, Javier,” she said. “Unless they die first,” he said.“Javier!”I was as surprised as Liana was. I knew that Javier was upset that his parents had shut him out, but I hadn’t realized how deep his feelings ran. They talked for a few more minutes, but he wasn’t willing to budge on his parents.If they didn’t approve of our marriage, I didn’t want their names on the invitation. So I found an invitation template that didn’t mention parents, brides or grooms. Just Adam Beller and Javier Marisco invite you to join in the celebrati
Mi Amor 82: Ancient Spanish Monastery
I woke up early on Sunday morning to find the house empty. Where was Angus? Why was everyone in my life abandoning me?Whoa. I needed to stop pitying myself and figure out what to do. A few minutes later, Angus came in, sweaty from an early morning run. I thanked him for his hospitality and said I needed to get back to Javier’s.“Take things easy,” Angus said. “Give Javier some time, and I’m sure he’ll come around.”There was little traffic on I-95 so early on Sunday morning, and I made good time back to the beach. I parked in one of the guest spaces at the Madrigal, and noted that Javier’s BMW was in its regular spot. That didn’t mean much, of course. He could have gone off on his scooter, or on foot.Or he could be upstairs.I took a couple of deep breaths. I couldn’t go on in limbo like that, not knowing how Javier felt.I rode up in the elevator and used my key to unlock the apartment door. Javier was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a mug of coffee. I could smell the fragran
Mi Amor 81: Best Man
My mouth dropped open. He was kicking me to the curb? Where would I go, at nine o’clock on a Saturday night? To a hotel?I hadn’t wanted to tell Javier because I knew he had his own money problems, but I’d been running through my savings at an alarming rate as I sustained both of us until money began to flow in from Wynwood Columns. I had credit on my plastic, but very little in the way of ready cash.I called Jean-Jacques, but went right to voice mail. He was probably out on the town somewhere, or maybe cuddled up with that new boyfriend of his. I ran through my list of old friends. Most of them had moved on, or were likely to be out partying on a Saturday night. Then I remembered Angus Green.He picked up the phone after one ring. “Hey, Adam, long time no see. How’s everything?”The kindness in his voice broke something open inside me, and I began to cry, telling him how stressful the last months had been, about my botched attempt to talk to Javier’s parents, his anger with me.“Com
Mi Amor 80: Mi Hijito
“I have something I would like to show you about Javier, if you would allow me,” I said, when she and I were in the living room with Javier’s father. They didn’t seem to know how to say no, so I hooked everything up, chatting nervously in a mix of English and Spanish, until I had a picture of Javier as a little boy up on the screen.“Ay, mi hijito,” his mother said.I launched into my story. Javier as a boy, cleaning up at construction sites, playing baseball, graduating from high school with honors. His parents were smiling and happy, adding in their own comments to each other.The last pictures were of Javier and me together—dancing at a party on South Beach, walking barefoot on the beach during one of Javier’s summer visits to New Jersey, us posed together in front of the Wynwood Columns sign.I left that last picture up on the screen. “Javier loves you very much, and I know he misses having you in his life right now. Wynwood Columns is his biggest success so far, and it would be s
Mi Amor 79: Presentation
I pulled up in front of a thrift store run by an Episcopal church, only open two days a week for a few hours at a time. Jean-Jacques made a beeline for the jewelry counter, where the sweet old lady who looked like a gerbil, with white hair and pink skin, seemed to know him well.I browsed the rest of the store, coming up with a couple of items for Jean-Jacques to consider: a pair of commemorative coins issued by Masonic chapters; a belt buckle with an airline slogan from the 1960s; a wooden box covered with colorful labels that had once held Cuban cigars. Jean-Jacques nodded approvingly and bought all of it.We worked together all afternoon, driving from store to store, and by the end of the day he had a decent haul. I researched and wrote descriptions of the items as he photographed them. Around six, I texted Javier that I was with Jean-Jacques, and we slumped in his living room over a bottle of wine, a box of crackers, and a log of goat cheese.“I’ve been thinking about how you appr
Mi Amor 78: Just Because It's Legal
We fell into bed together and slept until mid-morning Sunday, when I got up, fixed us omelets and bacon, and we hashed over the details of the night before. Javier had a half-dozen solid prospects for the condos, and he’d impressed a number of local real estate agents. The buzz at the party had been superb, and it looked like we were going to be a great addition to the Wynwood scene.I waited until a few days had passed, and Javier had contracts on two more of the condos, before I brought up the question of setting the wedding date again.“I don’t know, mi amor,” he said. “Maybe it’s not such a good idea right now. Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean it’s right for us.”I opened my mouth to argue. What had happened to “I’d marry you today if I could?” But I already knew what the problem was. His parents. Until they came around to the idea of their precious boy married to another man, my wedding plans were on hold.Over the next few days, I thought about the issue. It wasn’t about the
Mi Amor 77: Party Boy
The next morning I met Leslie at Wynwood Columns. That day’s T-shirt read Be kind to animals or I’ll kill you, and her pinky fingernails were painted in tiger stripes.“The walls look amazing,” I said, after we’d kissed hello. Then I held the ladder for her as she began to hang a couple of her complicated mobiles.Javier came through while we were working, showing off the retail space to a rep from a national drugstore chain. “This is Adam Beller, who’s handling all my marketing and public relations,” Javier said when he introduced me.I noticed that he didn’t say “partner.” But we hadn’t formalized any business arrangement between us so I wasn’t a partner in Marisco Enterprises. I didn’t even have a salary or a job title.There was no time to stress over it, though. Before I could blink it was the Saturday night of the grand opening. We rented one of those big searchlights and set it up across the street. We hired a valet company to handle the parking, a jazz trio for background musi
Mi Amor 76: Sour Taste
I woke with a sour taste in my mouth. What if Wynwood Columns was a big flop, and its failure destroyed Javier’s business, because he’d bet everything he had on it? That could leave us both out of work. And because Javier had mortgaged the condo at the Madrigal, we could be homeless as well. And of course the wedding would be off. We couldn’t afford a party if we couldn’t put a roof over our heads or food on the table.We had only a week to go before the grand opening of Wynwood Columns, and Javier spent all his time on the mainland, leaving behind the beach, while I was at the office most of the time, handling dozens of small details from chasing down attorneys and leases to sourcing party favors. It was doubly hard because everything had to be done on the cheap, and I called in every favor I was owed, relying on every emotion from guilt to greed to get what I needed.Late one afternoon I was all alone in the office, and I started to worry. What if this physical distance was just a m
