My dick is so hard and so far in him that I thought I could see it if he opened his mouth. I shoot my load deep inside the condom, long and hard, and he’s screaming “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” with each thrust/shot. I collapse on top of him and he is all over my face, kissing me, stroking my cheek, playing with my hair, kissing my neck, my shoulders. After a few minutes I roll off of him and land next to him on the couch, and he hands me a cup of coffee and says “The best to you each morning.” I say “You’re the best”. He says “You are.” We look at each other and simultaneously do one of those “URURURURUR” things and both of us crack up.

We destroy the coffee and doughnuts and most of the bagels and then I tell him I have to go – I have an afternoon group meeting at the campus Library for one of my classes. I ask if he’ll be home tonight and he says “My work is here, so I’m always here – but come by – if you want to.” I look at him and say very softly, “Yes – I very much want to.” And I kiss him, very softly and tenderly, and he kisses me back the same way. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before, male or female - Ooh, man, I’m in LOVE!”

This whole narrative is done very quietly, almost in a whisper, in keeping with The Taverne’s history, but very animatedly – Jason’s handsome face expresses every emotion, and his eyes are flashing, and occasionally that megawatt smile breaks through. He always wants me to feel every nuance, to be able to picture every movement of the action in his stories. I guess it turns him on to re-live them in that much detail by telling it to someone else, or something like that. I ask him “So, did you go back Saturday night?” And he says “Hell yes – it was the same, only better, and we fucked all night, and most of the day Sunday, and went out to eat, and went to my place Sunday evening and fucked all night again and I was late to class this morning. I tell you, man, I am in LOVE! I’m in LOVE, ya-all hear?”

I ask Jason, “So where is he tonight?” Jason shrugs and says “Well, just like I had to go to class today, he has work to do – he said he’d meet me here later.” At that moment the entryway doors swing open and Jeremy walks in – he looks up and down the bar and Jason calls “Jeremy – back here.” Then Jeremy sees us and heads for The Confessional. “Oh, hi, Frank,” he says, smiling. I lift my glass in salute and the waitress brings me a refill, with two frosty beer mugs, which Jason insists on buying. Jeremy and Jason are both slim-and-trim, so Jeremy squeezes onto the bench next to Jason, and we sit in The Confessional for a while. Then Konstantinos comes over with his old Polaroid camera – he takes pictures of patrons occasionally, and has them all over the walls – and says “Hey guys – Salud!” And we raise our glasses/steins and he snaps one of us – me on the left looking like a proud father, Jason in the middle with his megawatt smile, and his arm