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serenity that I was experiencing in those moments with him. My past life had disappeared and was replaced by my belonging to him. I wasn’t a small part of him; I was a complete whole. I melded into his being completely, utterly. I was reborn to a sexual newness that I’d never experienced, a union of myself and another, and while we sucked each other off I felt the two of us commingling in a new life form, two human beings now utterly one.
We slept and, each time we stirred in the night, him holding me, me holding him, we smiled to ourselves, turned over and drifted to sleep again. I never wanted to lose him. But dawn crept in and I cursed it.
“Billy,” he called, shaking me by the leg, “It’s morning. You know what they say about the morning.”
I yawned and looked at him.
“Yeah, the early bird catches the worm,” and I reached over and tried grabbed his penis. He turned.
“No, don’t,” he pushed my hand away, “you know I’ll fall apart.”
I yawned again.
“I love when that happens,” I said, stretching in bed.
“Come on, lazy bones,” he said, standing up from the bed. “You take a shower and I’ll get you some breakfast.”
I scratched my balls, watching him get up and leave the room. It was Sunday, but it was my turn to show up for stockroom duties, getting books for customers or packing them up and preparing them for shipping. There’d be two of us in the basement; we arrived later in the morning, at 11 a.m., on Sunday. I liked it, no supervisor was around on those days and there was little to do, just sitting around answering calls from the selling floor. In a way, Sundays were very productive—that is, for stockroom boys: our very lazy, do-nothing days.
Again I yawned, scratching my crotch, and staggered to the bathroom. The hot shower awoke me, jolting my eyes wide open. I lathered and washed myself and felt reborn and clean. Ah, it felt lovely!
I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. Two plates were on the table and Timmy was filling them. The scent was heavenly, scrambled eggs and home fries, toast and coffee. I dove right in. Timmy smiled and sat down. Delicious way to start the day, I thought. I always had a stale donut or whatever I could get my hands on for breakfast. Mornings weren’t something to look forward to; you just had to get through them.
“Can’t wait till I become a real bookstore clerk and not just a stock boy,” I took a bite of the toast and drank some coffee.
Timmy looked at me.
“Keep it under your hat until I discuss it with the upstairs office. No need for anybody else to know.”
I nodded.
“I know, I’ll keep quiet, but I’m still very excited about it. Imagine me in a suit and tie, helping customers, whew!”
Timmy grinned.
“I can imagine you walking the aisles without any clothes, your balls swaying.” He blinked as if coming to and got up from the table. “No, I can’t think those thoughts.” He picked up the plates and went into the kitchen. “Time for you to get dressed, anyway.”
I also grinned, rubbed my hardening crotch, and stood up from the table.
“Let’s go out tonight,” said Timmy, entering the living room. “We’ll celebrate. Anywhere you want to go.”
I shrugged. “Times Square?”
He frowned, coming to me and putting his arms at my waist. “I’ll think of a better place. We don’t need Times Square anymore.” We kissed, and I instantly hardened, as I’m sure he did, too. We broke from each other, wiping our lips and mouths. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he winked, rubbing his stiff crotch.
I winked back.
“Yeah, right.”
We both smiled and I went to get dressed.
At Doubleday’s I was the first stock boy in that morning; salesgirl Connie let me in, frowning at me as I passed though the revolving doors.
“Good morning,” I said to her.
She sneered at me.
“What’s so good about it?”
We looked at each other but I didn’t say anything and went to the basement stockroom/loading