Free Destiny (Waiting for Forever) by Jamie Mayfield Page B

either side, some open, some closed. Out of sheer curiosity, I looked in one of the open doors and immediately slowed. There was a naked guy with one knee on a cot, propped up somewhat awkwardly on his elbows as he held onto the sides of the cot while a big, muscled, hairy man took him from behind. One huge hand was fisted in the kneeling man’s hair, holding his head up so our eyes met. A small smile curled his lips even as cries escaped them with each hard thrust. His expression was an acute mixture of pleasure and pain. When he winked at me, I felt a strong stirring in my boxers. I was shocked by what I saw, but not so shocked that it failed to turn me on.
    Andy pulled me past several more closed doors, but before we could reach the end of the hallway, a door to my left opened and a naked man backed out, closing it behind him. I stopped as he stepped into the center of the hall in front of us.
    “Hey, Pete, who’s your little friend?” he asked with a leer. Andy’s arm remained around my shoulders, and he pulled me just a little closer.
    “He’s a friend of Leo’s; we were just going upstairs. Whatcha doin’ tonight, Mike?”
    “Twins,” the man said as two younger guys, maybe even younger than me, walked out of the room looking a little dazed. The boys were identical except for their messy clothes. In simultaneous movements, they leaned over on each side of the guy and kissed him, one tangling his fingers in the man’s short brown hair, before making their way back down the hall the way we’d come.
    “You’re something else,” Andy said, laughing as the naked man half shrugged.
    “So I’m told,” he replied with a wink, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. His dark eyes twinkled with humor as they studied me closely. “Wanna find that out, baby boy?” Very slowly, Mike traced my lips with his finger.
    “Okay,” Andy said, pulling me back away from the naked man’s touch. “We need to get this kid upstairs.” My cheeks were hot and flushed as we navigated around Mike, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking back as we reached the stairs.
    “I’m just gonna throw my jeans back on and then I’ll be up,” he told us. “Don’t worry, sweet thing, I’ll be… right behind you.” Mike winked lewdly, and I blushed again. Not even Adam or Jamie had flirted with me so blatantly. I wanted to flirt back, but nothing came to me, so I just let Andy lead me up the stairs with my face burning and my head spinning.
    The second floor was nothing like the first.
    Pete walked in front of us and used a key to open the door at the top of the stairs, which led into a huge room that spanned the entire length of the building. There were a couple of guys lounging on couches watching television and another pair playing pool on a beat-up table off to the right. To my left, just beyond a big, battered dining room table with mismatched chairs, I saw a small kitchen. Aside from the door we’d come in, there were a couple of others in the brightly painted walls.
    “Hey, I thought you guys went out?” one of the guys playing pool asked Andy as he closed the door behind us. Dressed casually in a pair of cutoff jeans and a pink ribbed tank top that showed off a number of tattoos, he half watched the table as his partner lined up a shot. The guy playing with him was a dark-haired Latino, shirtless and barefoot with painted-on jeans. It seemed everywhere I looked I saw a beautiful guy, either classically handsome like Pete and Andy or just perfectly built like Mike downstairs. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to live here.
    “We found a stray,” Andy said, laughing as he led me over to one of the closed doors. Once we were closer, I saw that it had an old brass plaque affixed to the wood that read Manager. Andy knocked once, and we heard a disembodied “yeah” in response. Andy opened the door and pushed me inside.
    An older man with thinning brown hair, maybe in his late fifties, hunched over his