Enrique's Journal
Part 2
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Enrique enters his thoughts in the diary:
Nick is pushing buttons to destruction when it comes to being sexually satisfied. I may be making a mistake fooling around with him; but I am willing to gamble. He has energy I can grasp, yet frightens me a little being flushed with ignorance. I do not care – I am sure it is worth it.
Half the construction crew left once the condominiums were completed on the outside. The work that remained was taping, painting, and inside trim work.
Nick stayed on and worked installing tile and hard wood floors. Enrique took three month off and was available to roam again. He did a lot of thinking about how time has a way of demonstrating, affairs withering on the vine.
The west coast looked good to Enrique, from what he heard, and wanted a change. He left New Jersey and his construction job, and flew Delta airlines to Los Angeles.
Sitting alone on the plane, he thought about what he would do where gay life was plentiful for his colossal appetite. There were abundant hook ups in Hoboken, so that was not a problem; but he wanted to experience the competition along the Pacific.
He met a sexy person named Jackson in Starbucks, at Westside Pavilion Mall. Jackson was about his age, twenty-four, and intrigued with Enrique. He liked the way Enrique walked, dressed, his trim body, and especially his impressive package.
Jackson looked rather plain. Maybe `different' is a better word. He came over to where Enrique was sitting and asked. "You won't scream if I sit down here, will you? I know you are saving this seat for me
"Scream? – I doubt it. Are you checking me out?"
"Of course,"
"I won't scream."
"My name is Jackson"
"I'm Enrique, sit down – sit"
"Are you a model?" asked Jackson
"What makes you ask that?"
"You are so good looking and expensively dressed, so I just thought..."
"No, I'm a Giglio" Enrique replied
"Really, a Giglio? How cool is that?"
"I'm playing with you. I work in construction but I like to dress nice."
"That's probably how you got those great looking arms I would love to see you with your shirt off."
"Yeah, I'm sure you would. What do you do?" Asked Enrique.
"I'm doing it."
"Sitting in Starbucks hitting on guys and tossing around compliments?"
"Pretty much... No, I work in the mall. I sell things"
"Drugs?"
"Shoes. I sell women's shoes and charm the old ladies. I get a commission selling expensive shoes."
"I charm ladies occasionally too, but not with shoes." Enrique said
"I'm sure you do. Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Where are you staying?" asked Jackson.
Enrique rented a furnished room by the week. He came across a job, tiling a dining room floor of a restaurant close to where he was staying. The owner was a Korean man, who was fussy on details, but cheap on labor. Still, it was work, so Enrique did it for cash.
For the short time spent talking, they became friends very fast. Later when Jackson got off from work, Enrique met him and they began to hang out' together, having sex and carrying on like two sluts.
They went to gay bars, drinking dancing and being hit on. Enrique encountered more than his share of hot men and fooled around with most of them.
Jackson trolled for whoever pleased him. He liked being noticed but didn't have the star power that Enrique possessed.
Enrique made scores of memorable entries on his smartphone, which he carried in his pocket. He would later write encounters into his diary. Jackson was mentioned often, as they became more and more of a team.
Jackson wanted romance and thought he found it with Enrique. However, that wasn't the way Enrique felt. He remembered what he went through with Nick, and wasn't interested in having a boyfriend. He was romantic with Jackson when sex was good. And, it was always good, because they were two of a kind.
He wanted to check out San Francisco, where the bedroom was seldom used for sleeping. Even with the gays of California wanting to strip him naked, he never stopped thinking about Hoboken. His thoughts always returned to Nick. Enrique knew it was only a matter of time before he would return east to where he was king.
Several weeks later...
It was late in the day, as Jackson's car roared along the Pacific coast. They had been to Carmel and San Francisco for the weekend and returning along Point Lobos State Park. It was a time-consuming drive back to LA. Jackson was driving occasionally reaching over squeezing Enrique's hand.
Jackson's thoughts began to wander. He wished Enrique's dick were in his mouth about now. He thought about blowjobs, and his lip began to twitch. He knew what he wanted, from his precious friend, but it would have to wait.
Enrique was attracted to Jackson and could control him. He had a tight body, that Enrique fucked pleasing himself similar to the way Nick used him as a slut back in Hoboken. Jackson could suck cock like an ace and Enrique used his mouth on a steady basis.
The two of them were naughty and they didn't deny it. In fact, the dirtier they could make sex, the better they liked it. They aroused each other by talking foul, with a mere touch on the bulge in someone's crotch. That is all it took
Often Jackson would be between Enrique's legs, followed by a long dialogue of piggish words. Sex with Jackson was different from sex with Nick. In some ways, it was better, because Jackson was sweet and did everything Enrique wanted. Nick, by comparison, was a bully.
Between the two of them, a colossal amount of attraction blossomed and seemed flawless because there was no commitment. They both sought erotic sex with the sky being the limit. In other words – `sluts.'...you think!!
The car roared through San Fernando Valley and Jackson knew a short cut in LA. It shortened the trip by about an hour, so he took it.
When they got to Jackson's apartment, He parked in his usual place and turned off the engine. He kissed Enrique just as a lady walked past the car... She caught a glimpse of the kiss and smiled. She was charming. "I bet she's got a gay son" quipped Jackson
"Probably" – and you no doubt had him."
"Probably"
Once inside, Jackson scurried into the bathroom and one could hear him peeing into the toilet. He never closed the bathroom door unless there was company in the apartment.
"Hey, faggot; got anything to eat in this place?" Enrique cried out.
"Besides me, - you mean?" Jackson called out from the bathroom.
"Yes, besides you - never mind, it's under control" Enrique shouted back. I `m going to order pizza and chicken wings." Then he opened a couple of beers. "I am helping myself to your beer," he shouted
"That is what it's for," clamored Jackson form inside the bathroom. Jackson came back with is hands still moist from washing. He bent down and bit Enrique on the cheek of his ass. It was not hard just a harmless nibble.
"Christ –leave my ass alone – pervert" screamed Enrique giving a surprise jump.
"I am just going to have to lick it making it all better...poor baby," said Jackson laughing
"Of course you will – pervert," mumbled Enrique kissing Jackson on his mouth.
They sat on the sofa and Jackson laid his head in Enrique's lap. Enrique ran his fingers through Jackson hair and touched his face. "Damn – you're a sexy dude." Mumbled Enrique.
The doorbell rang, and the pizza arrived. They sat on the sofa swigging down beer and munching like two schoolgirls at a summer picnic. Jackson wiped the sauce from his lips with a napkin.
"Okay, ready?"
"For what?" said Enrique, taking a sip of beer.
Jackson dropped his jeans. His underwear was a little funky from wearing them all day. "You like that – don't you? - Yeah, you do." Jackson said.
"A-huh, Now what the fuck are you up too" said Enrique
Body aroma was an aphrodisiac to Enrique. He had no inhibitions when it came to underwear. He was a well-trained duchy by the time he turned seventeen. In High School, he liked getting his nose in some boy's underwear sniffing pee stains and skid marks. He became aroused sniffing jock straps while team members were taking showers. Oh, what a past Enrique had cultivated for himself.
Munching on the last slice of pizza and swapping tomato stained kisses; everything was in place for romance, however something was still not comfortable for Enrique.
`C'mon" – Enrique said to Jackson. "Let's hit the shower"
Jackson raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips. He was forever doing crazy jesters. He wiggled a little bit getting to his feet.
It was a rush, as they made their way to the shower. They wanted to explore erotic gratification by being careless whores. Despite having what appeared to be a loving relationship; it was not love only friendship and sex – a lot of sex.
Enrique sucked off Jackson in the shower then fucked him on a towel lying on the bathroom floor. Then, it was back into the shower washing filth away to feel clean again.
What they had was a game. It was sad in a way, because they would have been ideal lovers. However, the love they shared was for their bodies and not their emotions.
Jackson wanted more but Enrique seemed incapable of loving anybody. He was a charmer and a good catch, but having a boyfriend was not something he wanted.
Jackson in his heart loved Enrique. He never told him his true feelings; because that would surely be the way to lose him. He planned for the right time, which sadly never happened.
Enrique wanted to go back east. He missed New Jersey, family and friends; so, he decided he would do just that. He missed Nick too, but that was a lost cause and totally in the past.
"Come with me," Enrique said to Jackson. You have a month off and we can spend it together in the east. We can go to New York City for a few days. It's a city where it doesn't take any practice to find someone. It's in a league of its own.
"I know it is. I don't care about New York City, but I'll go just to be with you.
The following two weeks, they spent together in the east. Only they didn't go to New York or New Jersey, they stayed in Philadelphia.
Philadelphia was a different experience for Enrique as well as Jackson exploring the city of brotherly love. They met people quickly – no surprise there.
Enrique was never without his phone and made diary entrees often. At night in his solitude, after Jackson went to sleep, he would write something in his diary.
Dear Diary,
"The west coast was too gay for me, if that is even possible. It is different in LA, for sure it is great – but still not like being home. Jackson is easy to love for somebody, but it's not me. I dream of yesterday but yesterday is over and of no consequence. Even with time, it does not get any easier. I long for the Jersey shore"
Thanks for reading. I realize this story has a love angle to it, but just telling it the way it happened. Vince
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Part 3 - The Australian hottie