Available: JMS Books
Blurb:
Every
year, my long-term partner Rusty has to travel back to his family home for
Christmas, leaving me alone. It’s difficult being on my own at such a festive
time of the year -- I grow lonely and start cruising New Orleans, looking for
someone to love.
A
chance meeting with Stephen introduces me to his roommate, Xavier, who is
beautiful and irresistible. What starts as a holiday tryst turns into a lengthy
affair between us, and even Xavier’s graduation can’t end it completely.
What
Rusty doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? Or does he know?
What happens when my infidelity comes to light? Will we ever be able to have a
merry Christmas together, or have I ruined it for all of us?
Excerpt:
I walked to the end door of one of
the buildings on the quadrangle where the music was loudest. I entered the
building and the music was even louder. It was thunderous. I wandered down a
hall and through two wooden doors into what appeared to be a chapel. It was
pitch black. In the darkness, only the one red tabernacle lamp was burning, and
the chapel was filled with real pipe organ music.
It was no longer just Bach, but my
favorite piece, “Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring.” It filled the pitch-black
emptiness of the chapel. I knelt down in a rear pew. I’d entered from the rear
into this large modern chapel. When my eyes adjusted to the light of the
sanctuary candle, I could make out the organist playing at the keyboard.
Immediately I thought I’d like to go meet him.
I knew he was probably gay.
Why would an ordinary person be out
at midnight on the Loyola campus in Xavier chapel playing a pipe organ?
It seemed gay to me.
I walked over to the elevated bench
where a tall thin man was playing. He paused and we greeted each other. For
some reason, we didn’t play any games at all and immediately we had rapport. I
guess our gaydar was at high pitch because I asked if I could sit next to him
while he played. He patted the bench with his palm.
I sat and he played. Mostly church
music, but he did venture into a few popular songs. Our legs pressed against
one another and when he finished a medley, we whispered to one another in the
empty chapel. One thing led to another and we were kissing on the organ bench.
I told him, Stephen, that I was
trying to take a walk and not get into sexual situations, and we laughed and
kept kissing. I felt him and he felt me, and there was no doubt both of us were
hard as rock, and yet we did not think it appropriate to do it in church,
especially with a tabernacle and a sanctuary lamp burning, announcing the
presence of God in this very room.
His apartment was a wreck. His
mattress was lying on the floor, and he had a homemade electronic organ he’d
built sitting on some bricks on an unpainted board. “It’s where I do my
homework, and where I practice. The keyboard is much better quality than I can
find in the practice rooms, but it is lonely sometimes.”
“Do you live alone?” I asked.
“No. I have a roommate.”
“Lovers?” I asked.
“No. Friends. We did it one time
when we first met, but he’s not my type and I’m not his.”
“Where is he?”
“Gone to Biloxi, but he’s coming
back for Christmas.”
“Is
this his photo?”
“Yes, that’s him.”
That was when I realized I was going
to have to have sex with the roommate.
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