Randy and I had the best time. We went to the mall, downed our sandwiches at Chuck’s Super Sandwiches and Local Eatery, and just told each
other about our life stories, about what’s going on, and we were cracking some jokes to make each other laugh. He’s such a good kid.
Afterwards, we went to Eastbay’s Clothing Store to shop for some clothes. Tonight, we’ll be drinking some beers that I bought at a local
supermarket as well, which should be fun.
Anyways, I gave Nathan a call several hours later, after I drove Randy to his meeting with his gender therapist and Alexandra. I’ll miss his
lovely chest, but if top surgery will make him happy, I guess I should support his decision, since that will make him happy.
Nathan told me to meet up with him at Hugh’s club. I obliged to do so. At the meeting, he told me to go alone. I asked if I should bring other
people for protection, and he thought it’d be wise to not to bring them in, that he has his own people.
When we got to the club, Nathan said to me, “Hey buddy, how’s it going?”
I said, “It’s been alright. Just been livin’ in the moment.”
He said, “That’s good. Anyways, so I talked to my people, but there seems to be sort of a mix up.”
I replied, “How so?”
He responded, “They confused the address with another place, so they’ll get here in an hour. Want a drink?”
I responded, “Sure.”
Nathan said cheerfully, “Let me go get you a drink. It’s on me.”
As he left to go to the bar, suddenly, two men approached me.
One man was 5-11, was Hispanic, and had tan skin. He was a pretty athletically fit dude, as he had a slender build, and had black goatee.
Another man was 5-10, had short blonde hair, had a dark brown goatee, and was also skinny and wore tight black pants. Both of these men
wore black suits, a white collared shirt, a black tie, and black pants and looked to be in their mid to late 20s.
While these men weren’t the intimidating, physically imposing beefcakes that I feared were sent by Dodson to beat me up, they did look like
they could still kick my ass.
The first guy I assumed was Carl Lopez, and the second guy definitely looked to be Nick Santangelo.
I asked, “So you’re Carl (to the man on my left), and you’re Nick (to the man on my right)?”
Afterwards, both of them said to me in a fairly low, husky voice, “Correct. Come with us.”
I follow them to a table that is nearly hidden away from the club.
I said to them pleadingly, “I don’t want to fight you, boys.”
They said, “I wouldn’t want to fight us, either. “
I then promptly put up my fists, and they put up their fists, and together they slammed me against the wall.
I said to them, “Gentlemen, let me go.”
Nick said to me, “We’re here to fight or fuck.”
Carl responded viciously, “I concur with what he said.”
I said in a threatening voice, “I’ll punch you. I’m here all night!”
But suddenly, they let me go, as they took their hands off me.
Carl told Nick, “Nick, let him go.”
Surprisingly, Carl then said as a matter of factly, “But seriously, we’re actually not here to fight you. We were only told to intimidate you.”
I said, “Well, you boys certainly did a good job putting fear into me.”
Nick said to Carl as he let out a slight laugh, “Oh my god. He wet his pants. What a wuss.”
I replied back to him, “That’s mean!”
Suddenly, Nick said apologetically, “I’m sorry. You were right. That was mean. It’s just you’re so handsome. I bet you want to get into my
pants.”
Afterwards, he reaches for my dick in my pants, and squeezes it somewhere between gently and hard.
Surprised and taken aback, I said to him, “Whoa, Nick, I thought I said, that I came here in peace. I just came to answer some questions,
nothing more.”
Flustered, Nick took his hand away, as he said, “Sorry. I were hoping you went for men like me.“
Carl responded angrily, “You’re rejecting him? How dare you! How about he gives you a hand job while I beat you up? Or vice versa?”
Confused at their passive-aggressive, sexual behavior, I asked the two men, “Huh? Wait, so are you here to fight me, to have a confrontational
meeting with me? What’s going on?”
Carl said, “We’ve heard you’re flustering Mr. Dodson. But we’ve got an answer for you.”
Nick whispered into my ear in a voice that was somewhere between demeaning and sultry, “Come meet with us in the men’s restroom.”
Currently, I’m wondering if they are here to confront me about their demands, if they want to fight, or if these men want to fuck me. Right
now, I’m wondering if the two guys I’m talking to are straight.
I’m also wondering if Nick’s tactic to squeeze my dick was to get me to spill the beans on my friends, or if he really is gay. And where’s
Nathan? He’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I’m hallucinating. No, I’m still here.
As I'm sort of thinking thoughts in my own brain, one of the two men gives me a slap on the butt, perhaps to either play grab ass with me, or
as a notion to get things to move along more quickly. I thought the butt slap came from Carl, but I'm not fully sure.
Confused, I went with them to sort all of this and our feelings out at the men’s restroom.