my ear “You can stay as long as you want- forever, for all I care!”

We sat down, and ate breakfast, and he asked me about Tom, and I said, “He has his mother, and that’s the end of it.”

Marco just says quietly, “OK”, and he never mentioned it again. Marco was off that night, so we spent the afternoon and evening naked in bed, talking and laughing and sucking and fucking, getting to know each other as lovers should. After having only known me for 24 hours, he had asked more questions about what I liked, how I felt, what turned me on, and what I wanted out of life than Tom had in three years of living together.

I woke up early the next morning, as dawn was breaking, and this time I slowly disentangle myself from his loving embrace, and left him a note on the lampshade – “Be back soon with breakfast”.

I went to the hotel, knowing that the seniors group would be checking out. I left a note for Tom, saying that my plans had changed and I would not be going back on the bus with them, and that I would talk to him later. I got my Casino check back from the front desk vault, and hotfooted it back to Marco’s, picking up breakfast on the way.

I told Marco what I wanted to do, and he agreed immediately. He drove me to the airport, and there was a quick commuter flight to our hometown that would get me there several hours ahead of the bus group. I took a cab from the airport home, loaded up what few possessions I really wanted to take with me – certainly nothing that Tom might call ‘his’ - and tossed them and my clothes into the back of my car. I left Tom another note, that I would call him later that night, and got away clean once again. I began to drive back along the route the bus took just two days ago – was it really only two days? Why, then, did my whole world – and my whole outlook on life – seem so different? How could so much happen – and so much happiness – come in such a short time?

Marco had told me that he had to work that night, and when his shift would end. I got back to his place about an hour before then, and parked my car in front of his house, my poor car stuffed to the gills with my clothes and few belongings, looking somewhat forlorn, like an orphan – or a refugee. I walked back down to the hotel/Casino, knowing where he would come out, and grabbed a window seat in the little diner across the street. I ordered coffee, and paid for it, and sat there watching for him, and right on time he appeared, coming out of the ‘Employees Only’ door. He looked around for a minute, but didn’t see me in the diner. He started walking back to his place, and I followed a few steps behind. I was enjoying the sight of his tight buns as they filled his