“Hey Al.  I’m coming into town in three weeks.  I’ll be there for maybe five nights, just to handle some business and I’m gone again.  Can I crash at your place?”

I was leaving Bahrain for stateside for two and a half weeks, with one of them being in California. 

“You’re coming for good,” he joked as we were on WhatsApp video.

Before I departed I left my car with Al as I didn’t want to drive it around the island in the Persian Gulf. I originally told him I’d return in six months to sell it if he couldn’t, and he promised to keep it covered with an occasional start up until then.

“LAX?  John Wayne?  Burbank,” he asked. “Baby, send me your itinerary and I’ll make sure we pick you up.”

“We” was him and his new lover Helio, his Brazilian eye candy which caused the “wandering eye” when Al and I were together. Helio happened to be in the background of the video and he would speak, while I was disclosing details of the trip.

“You’re getting a little fuzzy on me,” I said to Al to divert away from the handsome Helio.

I noticed he had a little more gray in his beard, a little less hair, and a little more beef in his face as he packed on some pounds.

“Happy weight.  Helio keeps me full,” he said of his partner’s Brazilian cooking.

It was weird for Al to applaud anyone else’s cooking but his own, for he was the wizard in the kitchen and yielded only to me (A claim he made).  I listened to him brag about this man for an hour, and I made sure I emailed him the itinerary as I was ready to hang up the call.

“You’ll always have a special place in my heart, you know that,” he said before the call ended.

He sent a message the next day confirming Helio would be okay with me crashing with them. Three weeks later I would touchdown on a rainy Friday night at LAX, incoming from Kuwait City where I had to connect from Bahrajn.  I grabbed my carry on once we taxiied to our gate, and it was an expeditious exit prior to me going through customs. Minutes later I would head to baggage claim as  Al would greet me there, sporting a completely shaved a head and new specs while grinning from ear to ear.  

“Welcome back, baby,” he said as I hugged him. “Daddy misses you.”

“And I miss you,” I told him as we had a tender moment and hugged.

Al was more than the man who sucked the soul from me, but the man I truly fell in love with and saw longevity despite our age difference.  Had we kept it tight within our circle we probably would’ve married, or at least I thought as Al meant that much to me.  

“You want Manuel’s,” he asked as he knew the answer.

I started giggling right as the conveyor rotated, and my bag would be the first one to show.  I grabbed it, and we headed for the parking garage with a slow walk as Al now had a cane.  We made it to his car, and he would reach over to kiss me, only for me to pull away.

“Just one kiss,” he asked.

“Those days are over,” I told him.

He looked at me with a hard glance as if he knew I wanted it, and truthfully I did for he was the last man I’d been intimate with. I just knew he was in a relationship with someone else at this time and I didn’t condone infidelity.

“I’m gonna get that dick,” he told me before we left the lot.

I wanted to give it to Al, but didn’t see myself breaking up a happy home. I thought of this as the car ride going east on the 105 was silent until we hit the intersection with the 605.

“You hungry,” he asked.

I turned down the food offer as I was jetlagged and needed a nice bed to roost in. We made it to his place and I’d meet Helio, an older gentleman with a thick mustache and brown skin, for the first time in person.

“My man, meet my ex,” Al told Helio.

“Pleasure, pleasure.  Al didn’t tell me you were this good looking,” Helio responded.

His compliment cooled things for a moment as I was feeling a bit awkward being around the guy Al cheated with.  Al would retreat to the bedroom while he allowed the 55-year-old Helio and I to begin chatting, as we discussed Al, and how long he’d been in America as he was still getting accustomed to life in the states.

“It’s been very good.  I like Los Angeles,” he said when I asked of his time.

Helio seemed like the perfect man as he was mild mannered, enunciated well, and was good looking as he stood at maybe six feet, 250 lbs.  He barely raised his voice, yet he spoke with the perfect volume and the diction to make his words crisp.  

“I work for United Airlines, so I’m constantly on the go,” he told me as he was a flight attendant.

He would leave the next morning as it would be the first of a seven day tenure, and so he and I had drinks and got to know each other, feeling each other out as ultimately he wanted to see if I could be trusted.

“There are no more feelings,” I told him as he wondered if I still was seeking to be with Al.

I tried to remain true to my morals, but I lied partially, for I felt a certain emptiness without Al.  The way we ended wasn’t on best terms in my mind and I still needed closure, and also needed someone to touch me for I hadn’t experienced it with the handsome Middle Eastern men or any expatriates for that matter.   Soon after Helio and I chatted, I would go to sleep, waking up the next morning to the both of them gone as Al took his partner to the airport.  I hopped in the shower, planning to go for a walk around the neighborhood to breathe in the L.A. air.   I got dressed with the door closed, and when I opened it, there stood Al, with “that look” he had whenever he wanted to get naughty.

“You gonna starve me out,” he asked as he blocked the door.

I’d push through.

“You’re not gonna give me a taste?  Those fine ass Bahrainis and Saudis got their paws on you, huh,” he asked as I walked to the front door.  “I’ll be here when you get back, baby, and just may make one of your favorites.”

Al was taunting me. He knew me inside and out for he was my lover for two years, and knew all my tendencies from taking the trash out, to how I cringed when he touched that special spot under my balls.  I walked from his block on Arizona Avenue to Boyle Heights and back, happy to be on American soil as I was stepping through familiar territory.  I caught a Metro bus in front of his place to head to the nearby Montebello Mall, just strolling a few extra steps before I got a text message from him.

“Chorizo, eggs, and my cinnamon rolls await upon your return.  I’m sure you worked up an appetite.”

Al making breakfast used to mean one thing:  he wanted some, and now that I was in town, he seemed to be relentless in getting between my knees again.  

“I even have some horchata on deck, baby.  Papa really missed you,” he added.

I would catch an Uber back to the house for I knew he would be disappointed if I came back to cold food.  He was sitting in the living room when I returned, eyes glued to the television as the house reeked of his culinary talents.  I went into the bathroom to wash my hands, and he followed me, once again blocking the door.

“Six months,” he said.

“That’s how long I’ve been gone,” I told him.

“Longer than that since I’ve touched you,” he said as he walked in slowly.  “I apologize to you. I’m sorry.”

“No need for any apologies.  You had your needs that I couldn’t meet, and Helio could,” I said as I focused on the water.

He reached in to the sink and turned off the water, then grabbed a towel nearby to hand to me as he stood behind me and put his hand on my right shoulder.  

“Let me make it up to you,” he asked.

“Al, its okay,” I told him right as he lunged in and slid his tongue in my mouth.  

Al took me by surprise with his aggressiveness and I wouldn’t deny him, for he placed his hand on the britches of my shorts before quickly sliding it on my crotch.

“You went out there with no underwear on,” he asked me.  

“What’s it to you,” I asked as I tried to pull away.

“I’m always checking.  These balls, that sweet, black dick of yours will always be mine,” he said as he gripped my package.   “I imagine you’re pretty full right now.”

I was, for I hadn’t busted a nut in over a month.  There were plenty of men to gawk over in the sand, but many didn’t want to chance getting caught having sex with another male for it was considered taboo by law.  I knew I would connect somehow with someone over there and didn’t sweat sex as much, but at this moment, Al brought me back to Earth for he literally juggled my nuts between his fingers.

“Look at that face,” he said.  “Guess you remember how good that felt, huh?”

I did, closing my eyes and biting down on my lip as Al toyed with me.

“Step on over to the bedroom so we can settle this,” he said, and I followed, as he continued to gently twist and tickle my nutsack as we headed to the bed while in front of me.

He let go and I kicked my shorts and shoes off, embarrassed slightly by being all sweaty from my trek.   That wouldn’t stop him for he always liked a “little funk” on me, and so I laid back on the mattress and pushed my legs in the air, spreading wide so this bearded Mexican bear could feast.

“Telling me no,” he whispered before he ran his tongue across the middle vein of my balls sack.  

I whimpered and arched my ass up more as he would surprise me, and take that tongue to my hole, licking the rim of the rosebud before twisting his head to dig inside deeper.  I missed the feeling of Al “dealing with me” after an argument, or in the morning when we first woke, or any other occasion where we might’ve been at odds prior to.  Al grunted as he ate me in a fervid manner, having me squirm and damn near running from him.

“Where you going, mijo,” he asked.

  This wasn’t him making things up to me as much as him reminding me what I was missing, for he had my ass twitching.

“You better be lucky I can’t get hard,” he said before slipping his middle finger inside.

He tapped, then pulled on my prostate violently while sucking both balls simultaneously, then putting his mouth on my tip before lowering his head as once again I was in his throat.   He pulled his saturated finger out of me to continue bobbing his head back and forth on my cock, gripping hard as I had to hold on to the sheets.  I cried and moaned while Al was giving my dick the treatment it needed, and him occasionally looking up at me and winking, telling me he was in complete control.

“You’ve never made me nut this quick,” I yelled out.

“First for everything,” he said before he growled.

He opened his mouth to stop sucking, and instead used his strong left hand to stroke my dick feverishly until my body started convulsing violently.  

“Let it out, boy,” he yelled.

I winced, shrieked, then hummed and cried out while I unloaded on the bridge of his nose, and in his beard as I belted such a huge amount of cum. My body convulsed still afterwards, the after shock of such a climax that only Al could cause.  He’d scrape the cum out of his beard and off his face, and fed it back to me in a rare moment I would eat spunk.  

“Nasty boy,” he said to me.

He kissed my balls, my softened dick, my thighs, and my knees before he thanked me.

“I just wanted to see you cum one more time,” he said when he finished.

He helped me get dressed, and we went into the dining room as if nothing happened.  The night before I would leave, he once again made me blow, but this time, made it keepsake when he swallowed it. 

Al still had “it,” and when he wanted, he “had me, too.’