Soon a Latina woman came from nowhere and started hitting the man. "I had to call your fucking mother to find out where the fuck you moved, you pig!"
"Maria, I don't want to be with you anymore. You're never happy. You pick fights daily. You're selfish, self-centered and frankly I don't like you anymore. Now leave."
She left screaming obscenities. "Bastardo! Bastardo!"
A half an hour later I heard a banging coming from the stairs and on to the 2nd floor Hallway.
I opened my door. My new neighbor was struggling with a desk. Immediately I moved to help him. I saw relief in his eyes. "Thank you so much. I'm Tomas."
"I'm Andrew. Your next-door neighbor." We got the desk into his apartment. To his surprise, I asked, What's next?"
"You don't have to do that."
As we walked down the stairs. I noticed his olive skin color with a full head of thick black hair. I figured he was Italian or maybe half and half. We went to his pickup. I grabbed some boxes and started walking up the stairs. In his living room a box popped open. Underwear. The big box was filled with sexy thongs, jockstraps, briefs to Boxer briefs and see-through bikinis.
His collection rivaled my own, but I was gay.
The loveseat was the toughest piece of furniture to get into his apartment, but we managed. After we got everything in Thomas's apartment.
"Look I'm going to the shop around the corner and get us some beers."
"Don't bother. I have a 12 pack in my fridge. I'll get them."
"Man, I wanted to thank you for help."
"Then you can buy the pizza."
"Deal". Tomas smiled brightly for one second too long.
If I can ask. "What happened with your girlfriend. She sounded really pissed off."
"A week ago, I met her for lunch. She brought her best friend along, Stella, with us.
Lunch was served; we ate as the women gossiped. When the bill came, I was stunned not only was I paying for my girlfriend but Stella as well. When I went the to the restroom the waiter came up to me quietly informing me that Stella had ordered two take-away dinners for her kids on your bill. He then winked at me.
I brushed off his wink, and I asked him if I could just pay for my girlfriend and me."
"You can. Come with me."
I paid and sat back down with the girls taking a sip of my wine. The waiter brought a bill for Stella and placed it front of her.
"What's this?"
"Your bill." The waiter stated then winked at me again.
My girlfriend hit the roof. She started screaming at me. "How dare you! You have no class. You make good money. She's my best friend. HOW DARE YOU!"
Stella spoke up, "I have no money on me." Reluctantly my soon-to-be ex girlfriend paid Stella's bill. "Come on Stella, Let's leave this loser."
The waiter came and whispered to me. "Drop the bitch and make the switch!"
"I had moved in with her way too fast, but she said she couldn't afford the apartment alone. We'd only known each other for four months. When I got back to our apartment, I started packing. "I got On-line and found this apartment and here we are. Pizza time?"
"Great!"
"I'm a pepperoni freak." Tomas looked at me. "You too?"
"Pepperoni, right up my alley." I smiled. After he ordered the pizza, he turned to me with an inquisitive face. "Have you ever heard of this phrase, Drop the bitch and make the switch?"
"Yeah."
"What does it mean?"
Smiling, I answered. "It means get rid of you girlfriend and go gay."
"How do you know that?"
"I'm gay, Tomas."
"No, get out of town." He smiled. "You're so manly."
"Not all gay men are swishy."
"You mean feminine."
"Yes."
"You're my first gay friend."
'I'm sure you had other friends who were gay, you just didn't know it."
Pizza came while we watched the Cubs play at Wrigley field. When the game was over, I cleaned dishes and put what was left of the pizza in his fridge. "I'm heading home, bro."
"Again, thank you for your help."
"Anytime."
When I got in my bed, I thought of Tomas. What a good guy and drop dead handsome. I knew he had pecs and abs, but I looked forward to the day I could see him with fewer clothes on.
I fell asleep and dreamed of Tomas. I was woken up by a hard knock at the front door. I looked at the clock. 6:30 am. In my underwear I walked to the front door like a zombie. I looked into the peep hole, it was Tomas. I opened the door. He was in a towel. "I have a big meeting this morning and I got no water, do you?"
I went to my bathroom, and the shower was working fine."
"Mines working. It's all yours Bro." He dropped his towel then stepped into the glass shower. "What an ass I thought to myself." I left the bathroom after another quick peek. He had a nice uncut cock, subtle brown pubic hair. 7 and 1/2 inches of man cock. His flat stomach had hard abs, I turned to the kitchen to make some coffee for him.
Tomas got out of shower. He dried off. He grabbed the coffee mug. Can I take the mug with me"
"Yes!
Then he was gone.
"I liked him. He was real not a pretentious, macho, he-man. But messing with a straight boy can be risky business.
When got home he knocked on my door. "Dinner time."
I opened the door. He held onto a bag of Italian food from Mama Leone's.
"Come in."
We ate like Kings and finished a bottle wine. As we cleaned up the kitchen, he looked up at me. "What's it like kissing a man? Is it different than kissing a woman? You've kissed a woman, right?"
"Several. I didn't come out until I was twenty-five."
"So ..."
"Yes. Women get kissed. Men kiss. You follow me?
"No."
"Women are passive with a man. Gay men are equal, rougher but passionate. Two men Kissing.
"A woman gets kissed."
"I get that." It all made sense to Tomas.
"Thanks for dinner."
"You're welcome. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Would you be okay ... if I asked you to kiss me ... just to feel the difference for myself?"
CHAPTER TWO: That First Kiss
