1. Four Days in the Exurbs


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: NattySoltesz, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    On Thursday I went to the post office, hoping to get something from the unemployment office or the insurance company. See, my apartment caught fire a week after I lost my job. I’d been living in a motel room for the past five days, waiting for my renter’s insurance check to come. In the meantime, I paid for the motel on a credit card that was dangerously close to its limit. Well, I didn’t get anything from the insurance company, but the unemployment office sent a letter telling me my claim had been denied. I had the right to file an appeal and could expect a hearing in three to four weeks. I suppose I could’ve counted my blessings. Like the fact that I *had* renter’s insurance. Or that even though almost all of my material possessions went up in the fire I’d managed to save my laptop, so I could use it to hunt for jobs. But really, optimism will only get you so far. And that’s why Dominic found me standing in front of the post office, sobbing into my sleeve. “Matt?” I looked up at the sound of my name and there he stood, Dominic Mirani, my old college roommate. “Dude, are you okay?” I wiped my face. “Dominic!” “Yeah man,” he said, smiling wide. We locked palms. “It’s been…” “Way too long,” I said, and pulled him in for a hug. He looked better than I remembered – a little thicker around the middle, maybe, but virile. His dark hair was cropped in a messy, sexy way, and he had a thick beard. “What are you up to?” “Just... crying on the street.” “Want to get a coffee and talk ...
    about it?” We didn’t get a block before it all came spilling out of me – the research study I’d been working for that lost its funding, my idiot downstairs neighbor who smoked in bed. Dominic listened, and as I spoke I began to realize that he was exactly the person I needed right then. We’d been close in college. He knew things about me, like how I didn’t have any family in the area. “You’re coming with me,” he said. “We’ve got an extra room; you can stay with us till you get back on your feet.” “’We’?” I said. “Yeah me and Jamie. My girlfriend. We have a house together.” I tried to protest, conditioned as I was to feel guilty about needing something, to reflexively resist any type of assistance. Dominic was insistent. “Stop. You’re coming with me,” he said, leading me to his car, staring back to let me know that there wasn’t any room for debate. I have to say, this dominance: it turned me on a little. *** Dominic Mirani. We shared a dorm room our first year of college, through random placement. We didn’t hit it off at first. Dominic was a jock, and I was an out and (maybe a little too) proud fag. He rushed a fraternity; I lobbied for a leadership position in our school’s gay/straight alliance. I never got the sense that he disliked me. Nor did I dislike him. We just kept to our opposite tracks. Then came Christmas break. We both stayed on campus, which is how I found out Dominic had been raised by his grandparents, who lived in Arizona and didn’t have the money to send him ...
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