Doug Deeson's musings

 John saw the note flutter to the floor when he opened the door.  It must have been jammed into the door, as there was no mail slot, so just shoved into the door jam. He picked it up and opened the envelope, inside was a study card, the kind students use, 3x5 with lines for notes.  On it was a simply three words, simple but ominous for a closeted man.  “I saw you” was all it said.  He is home alone, as his brother is at work.   He picks up the phone and calls Al, he says he thinks they may have a problem. “Look as we pulled out of the parking lot last night, I saw a kid, did you notice him? It looked like my neighbour’s son, Adam. And I found a note in my door, that says: “I saw you”.   I think it must have been him and he saw us fucking.” “No, I didn’t notice anyone.   Shit.   Shit.   Shit.   How much do you think he saw? “Well, if he was with that group the all came out, then he saw everything. The blow jobs, the fucking, ...

They didn’t have a place to play, at least with each other.  Al was married, with two kids and John lived with his brother. Neither was out, so neither was willing to wreck their home lives.   It made things difficult for them and limited the times they could play. Still, they managed to carve out times, here and there.  They’d fuck in Al’s car, or sneak into the other’s home when they were alone. The thing was that John was tired of sneaking around, he was ready to come out and he wanted Al to join him.  For John, that wouldn’t be a major change, for Al it would mean the end of his marriage, possibly losing his kids and he wasn’t ready to do that.  Not familiar with gay culture, they didn’t know about bath houses.   And so, they resorted to sneaking around with each other.   This was the mid-eighties, they didn’t have cell phones and no internet.   They managed though. On this night, Al called John and asked if John was free.   “I...