Love on Stage by Neil Plakcy

behind him. “You coming?”
    “I will if you will,” Gavin said, smiling.
    The dude had a good build, Gavin thought as he followed him down the narrow hallway. Kind of chunky, but with a sweet ass. His blond hair was close-cropped, except for a rat-tail that had to be at least six inches long. He stopped in front of a utility closet and used a key from his belt to open the door.
    Gavin’s dick popped. He’d never had sex in a utility closet before. Another notch on his life list. He stepped into the room behind the guy. It was crowded with electrical panels and other equipment, but there was some room at the center. A single bulb hung from a wire attached to the ceiling, and Rod flipped it on as he closed the door behind them.
    Gavin moved up close to him. Rod was a couple of inches shorter than he was, but he didn’t bother to lean down for a kiss. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Rod and pulled him close.
    There was something erotic about all that gear attached to Rod, and when he tried to stop and shuck it off, Gavin held him back. He unbuttoned the poly-cotton shirt, then slipped his hands beneath Rod’s white T-shirt to caress his furry stomach.
    Rod groaned. Gavin unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, then dropped to the floor and began to lick the pouch of Rod’s gray cotton briefs. It was such a hot scene, Gavin thought, this electrician with his shirt and pants open, Gavin on the floor worshipping him.
    Fuck Miles Goodwin, he thought. He still could have any man he wanted. And right then, what he wanted was Rod’s rod up his ass. He stood up, shucked his T-shirt, and dropped his shorts and briefs. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and handed it to Rod. “You know what to do with that, don’t you?”
    “You bet,” Rod said.
    Gavin bent over and grasped what looked like a small transformer. He heard Rod spit and then felt a cold, wet finger prying its way into his ass. He spread his cheeks, and Rod slid into him. There was a momentary starburst of pain as Rod pushed past his anal ring, but then it was all sweet.
    Rod sure knew what to do with his rod. He began piston-fucking Gavin’s ass, slamming forward, then pulling back, and every time his rubber-clad dick hit Gavin’s prostate, waves of pleasure spread through Gavin’s body. Who needed Miles when Gavin could have sex like this without even looking for it?
    But he couldn’t get Miles out of his head. Even as Rod yelped and fucked, Gavin thought only of Miles, and without even touching his dick, his orgasm rose, and as Rod slammed into him, he shot his load, which splattered across the transformer.
    Rod slumped back against the wall, and Gavin, who was accustomed to quick exits, pulled his clothes on, blew the guy a kiss, and walked back out into the hallway.
    Usually hot sex put Gavin in a great mood, but he felt miserable as he walked back home. His gaydar told him that Miles was gay, and he couldn’t help feeling that Miles was attracted to him, under that all-business facade. So why wasn’t the Music Dude jumping his bones? Did Miles have a boyfriend? Was he sick—HIV, herpes, something else?
    One of the things Gavin was learning at Java Joe’s was not to take people at face value. The two young black guys huddled around a computer in the corner? They looked like gang bangers, with tats up and down their arms, but they were day traders, watching the stock market like hawks.
    The three moms who met every Thursday morning with their babies? To the casual eye, they looked like stay-at-homes, but when Gavin was cleaning up a mess near them, he overheard that one was a PhD chemist who had developed a diaper spray that neutralized the smell of baby poop. Mom number two handled marketing, number three finance, for their newborn business.
    But what did that mean about Miles? Was the Music Dude only interested in Gavin for his talent? That would be something new and different. Some men in his past had pretended to be curious about the Gavin