Nicko and the Tommster
Nick came in, he was excited, busting to spill whatever it was that had got him that way. Apparently, he’d been down the pool with Tommy, just by chance, nothing organised, but there the two were. Apparently, Tommy had stuck to Nick for the afternoon. They lay on the concrete steps and talked.
“He kept talking about you, dude.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, kept bringing the conversation back to you, you know, kind of surreptitiously, but back to you it came.”
“Bullshit!" I felt like I was being wound up. "Like what?”
“Oh, you know, where are you? What are you doing? Why weren’t you at the pool? How he’d like to see you down there. How he'd like to see you, kind of all lost puppy-like.”
“And how did he look?”
“Little black shorts, mighty fine,” said Nick. He smiled. “I got a good look at ya boy and he’s hot.”
“Whatcha mean? How?”
“Showers. There aren’t too many men that can go after Tommy, you know what I mean?” Nick was pointing to his crutch with both hands in a V. “The man’s got a huge meat, okay. He’s slim, but the man is packing, know what I’m saying. He’s got length on him, he’s got length…” Nick rolled his eyes.
Nick & Tommy hung together all afternoon, at least until the sun began to wane. Then Tommy decided to leave when Nick did. They got to the change rooms together, apparently.
“Ya wog-boy is long. It’s just, he’s got a...” Nick held his arm out in front of him. “On him, he may have...” Nick held his arm out again. He grinned widely. “Much respect for Tommo. I know when respect is due… your boy’s swinging. Girl, guy, you see that wog-boy, you know the boy’s swinging.”
“What are we talking?”
Nick cut his thigh halfway down with the edge of his hand.
I hadn’t seen Tommy for a while, not since his mum had been over.
"I haven't seen him around."
“I know, he’s pining for you...”
“You’re making it up.”
“Look, I don’t know if it was ‘cause he feels relaxed around me, I'm the only other homo he knows, you know, but he wasn’t really hiding his feelings for you.’
“Like what,” I asked. I was doubtful, wasn’t sure if Nick was making it up. “What did he say?”
“It’s not what he said, it was the way he said it. You know, kind of soppy, boy in love attitude, kind of. The way he said your name.”
“My name?”
"He kept using it."
"He kept using it?"
You know, when there was a lull in the conversation, he'd find something to say about you. How nice you are? How he doesn't see enough of you. Did I reckon you'd mind if he just came over and hung..."
"Nice, see me, hang with me..."
“Yeah, no doubt,” said Nick “He’d let you rub your lotion on him.”
“What?”
“Down the pool.” Nick laughed. "He'd be offering up his SPF 30 for you to rub it on his back, quick as."
“He kept talking about you, dude.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, kept bringing the conversation back to you, you know, kind of surreptitiously, but back to you it came.”
“Bullshit!" I felt like I was being wound up. "Like what?”
“Oh, you know, where are you? What are you doing? Why weren’t you at the pool? How he’d like to see you down there. How he'd like to see you, kind of all lost puppy-like.”
“And how did he look?”
“Little black shorts, mighty fine,” said Nick. He smiled. “I got a good look at ya boy and he’s hot.”
“Whatcha mean? How?”
“Showers. There aren’t too many men that can go after Tommy, you know what I mean?” Nick was pointing to his crutch with both hands in a V. “The man’s got a huge meat, okay. He’s slim, but the man is packing, know what I’m saying. He’s got length on him, he’s got length…” Nick rolled his eyes.
Nick & Tommy hung together all afternoon, at least until the sun began to wane. Then Tommy decided to leave when Nick did. They got to the change rooms together, apparently.
“Ya wog-boy is long. It’s just, he’s got a...” Nick held his arm out in front of him. “On him, he may have...” Nick held his arm out again. He grinned widely. “Much respect for Tommo. I know when respect is due… your boy’s swinging. Girl, guy, you see that wog-boy, you know the boy’s swinging.”
“What are we talking?”
Nick cut his thigh halfway down with the edge of his hand.
I hadn’t seen Tommy for a while, not since his mum had been over.
"I haven't seen him around."
“I know, he’s pining for you...”
“You’re making it up.”
“Look, I don’t know if it was ‘cause he feels relaxed around me, I'm the only other homo he knows, you know, but he wasn’t really hiding his feelings for you.’
“Like what,” I asked. I was doubtful, wasn’t sure if Nick was making it up. “What did he say?”
“It’s not what he said, it was the way he said it. You know, kind of soppy, boy in love attitude, kind of. The way he said your name.”
“My name?”
"He kept using it."
"He kept using it?"
You know, when there was a lull in the conversation, he'd find something to say about you. How nice you are? How he doesn't see enough of you. Did I reckon you'd mind if he just came over and hung..."
"Nice, see me, hang with me..."
“Yeah, no doubt,” said Nick “He’d let you rub your lotion on him.”
“What?”
“Down the pool.” Nick laughed. "He'd be offering up his SPF 30 for you to rub it on his back, quick as."
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