I Am Queer Get Over It

Wyatt

Thursday

11:19 a.m.

He handed the tall young blond his change and smiled, enjoying the look the young boy gave him as he pocketed his money. There was something so inviting about the boy, almost as if he knew him and yet this was only the second time he had seen him. The boy’s name was Donny and it was a summer job for him, or so Wyatt had found out. Strange, he looked so familiar and yet there was no way that he could have known him yet the way he tossed his head, the way he would cock it sometimes as he looked over the sandwich selection or the candy bar rack. It was all so familiar to him right down to the way his eyes peered at him, sort of from under his long eyelashes.

Each time he looked Wyatt felt a strange stirring in his groin, one of familiarity that defied his minds logic because while Wyatt liked men, he certainly wasn’t about to jeopardize his whole life for some 16 year old. Besides that, he was very happy with his choices, after all not many gays could claim to still be in love with the person they first met over 25 years earlier. Wyatt still felt the same thrill each time he would go home and wait for Arthur to get home. Funny, Arthur had that look too, the way he could just rear back with his head tilted to one side, a small curl of his lips and in that instant Wyatt knew he would melt, and this kid had the same effect on him.

Strange, here he was 50 years old, making a decent living as a catering truck to various job sites and he was still in love with his partner of just over 25 years. Arthur was a dream really, thin and very handsome too even if he was 59 and for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine his life without Arthur and yet here he was, mesmerized by some hot 16 year old baby really. God, to be 16 again he thought as he realized another customer was handing him money. He just smiled at the man who scowled, another regular who despite working as a construction worker carried one hell of a belly on him.

Weird really how everyone thought construction workers were these big beefy men well developed and muscular when in fact most were just as out of shape as the rest of the world. Hell his Arthur was in better shape than the guy he was serving now and as his mind went back to when he first met Arthur, he compared him to the young boy now sitting across from the truck on a stack of raw lumber. The eyes were almost identical really, the hair even seemed the same, the way the one lock floated constantly over the one eye, a sort of rebel look really.