Free The Bookstore Clerk by Mykola Dementiuk

shook my head. We had come to the 86 th Street stop.
“Pardon me.” Timmy was beside me, pushing his way through the crowd. “Pardon.” I was right after him.
When we got to the platform, Timmy was sweaty and wiping his brow.
“It seems to be worsening, each day the crowd getting bigger and bigger. More people are moving uptown. It wasn’t like this just a few years ago.”
We went up the subway stairs and were on Broadway.
“No difference up here,” he continued, “but at least you can breathe up here.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think the guy next to me had any deodorant on, the smell was pretty powerful.”
“Hmm, I smelled that, thought it was you.”
I laughed. “You like that smell?”
“Only if it comes from you,” he winked and opened the front door.
“I think it’s gross,” I squirmed and shook my head.
“I agree; a little deodorant always helps.”
We reached the second floor and saw Henry’s door was ajar.
“Hmm, he must be back.” Timmy knocked on the halfopen door. “Henry, you in here?”
We heard someone walking through the apartment; it was Henry, looking a little worn.
“You’re back quickly.”
Henry shrugged.
“Jewish funerals: They’re done pretty fast.”
Timmy cleared his throat.
“This is Billy, I believe you’ve met?”
We shook hands as Henry readjusted the skullcap he was wearing.
“Yes, yes, we met. Didn’t know you’d ever have a roommate again.”
Timmy smiled. “You mean, at my age?”
Henry vehemently shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re still a very young man.” He winked at me. “Anyway, we’re almost the same age.”
“Not as young as Billy is, eh?” He put his arm around my shoulder, winking at me, too. I blushed and looked down. “Again, our condolences.” Henry nodded and we went upstairs.
“Seems like a nice man,” I said on the stairs. Timmy put his finger on his lips.
“He can’t seem to get a roommate,” he whispered. “Every month he has someone else there,” he opened the door, “and they always argue and argue.” He shrugged. “Nothing I can do about that, is there?” He shut door. “As long as I have you, that’s all I need.”
We were in each other’s arms. It was like we’d been waiting just for this moment. We fell on the bed, hugging and feeling each other up as we threw our clothes on the floor. I tried going down on him but he held me off. “Do it this way,” he said, turning me around and bending me forward, with him clutching my waist. I didn’t understand at first but felt his penis probe my asshole.
“No, I can’t,” I said, quickly turning around. “I never did it like that, you know, getting it up the ass.”
He fell on the bed. “Of course, I understand, just thought you did. There are many other things we can do to make us both happy.” I cuddled beside him, his arm around me, my head resting on his chest.
“I want to learn,” I said, looking up at him. “I had never sucked anyone before you, but now I like it very much. Same with taking it from behind, you’ll have to teach me. Please teach me,” I said, staring at him. “I want so much to learn.” I lowered my eyes, gently rubbing the nipple at his chest.
We kissed.
“I think its best we bathe and get warmed up. That will loosen us up, getting rid of the cares and woes, don’t you agree?”
I nodded.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” I said, rubbing my hungry ass cheeks.
Chapter 26
    The hot tub was ready and I stepped in, easing down in the very warm water, its soothing comfort feeling lavish. Earlier, as we’d walked across the room, he had lovingly squeezed and tweaked my buttocks, even probing with a finger. He’d gotten a small jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet.
    “I haven’t used it since Danny was alive,” he said sadly. “Never thought I’d be using it again. It makes for a good insertion,” he said, and he winked.
    But I was no longer afraid; this was a man whom I loved and who loved me in return.
“A pity I can’t