“I guess we shall have to wait and see,” Marcus said.
“Anyway, come on, let’s go back in,” Mike said. “Those three aren’t going to ruin the fucking night.”
Mike was right, we couldn’t let the minority ruin it for everyone, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling bad things were going to happen, but I tried to hide it from Marcus. It must have been hard enough for him as it was, meeting a new group of people and having his sexuality announced in front of those very same people, but he had coped admirably well, so far.
“Marcus, why don’t we leave this lot and go and see if your friends are down on the beach again?” I asked when we were alone.
“Is something wrong, Kev?” he asked back.
“Not at all, but...”
“I know what you’re going to say,” he interrupted. “It’s the three who rode off, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I just think something might kick off,” I told him. “And I don’t really want to be here if it does.”
“Kev, if it kicks off I’d sooner be here to face them, rather than hiding somewhere else,” He said. “Besides, if they do start I think they might be in for a shock.”
“How do you mean?”
“Let’s just wait and see first, shall we?”
“Okay, if you are sure.”
“I am,” he responded, before pulling me close.
Without a care in the world, he put his hand up to my face, turned my head to face him and planted his lips against mine. At that very second I didn’t care who saw us, and it was obvious Marcus didn’t either, and when we finally pulled apart the whole room suddenly erupted into applause.
Joannie and a couple of other girls walked over to us, smiling, and sat at the same table we were.
“I just had to come and tell you, that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Joannie said, as the other two girls nodded their heads in agreement.
“Thank, Joannie. It means a lot to hear you say so,” I replied. “To the both of us.”
“Don’t let anyone get you down either,” she continued. “We are one big family here, and family is what matters the most, right?”
“Right,” Marcus said.
“So what do you guys have planned later?” Joannie’s friend, Isabella, asked.
“How do you mean?” I asked.
“Are you going on to a club, or doing anything else, later?”
“We hadn’t thought about later.”
“Come on to the club. You ought to,” her other friend, Mia, said. “Most of us are.”
“We’ll see how we feel,” I said, before Marcus agreed to something I might not be up to.
“Fair enough, but if you do, let us know.”
“We will,” Marcus said.
The three girls then got up and left us alone once again.
“Do you really feel like clubbing, Marcus?” I asked him, as I rested my hand on his thigh.
“To be honest, no, but I didn’t want to hurt their feelings,” Marcus replied.
“What do you fancy doing, then?”
“Don’t know,” he said. “Why don’t we just get on your bike and see where we end up?”
“That, I do like the sound of.”
“Fuck it, then. Let's go, come on.”
Without saying a word to anyone, we quietly left the new clubhouse and instead of starting the bike up, so everyone could hear, we pushed it close to the road before climbing on and riding away.
I headed back toward the town, thinking a nice drink would be in order, when Marcus tapped me on the shoulder. Stopping the bike, but leaving the engine running, I turned to him.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Why don’t we head down to the beach after all?” He said.
“If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.”
I turned the throttle and, after spinning the bike around, I pointed it towards the beach. I wasn’t in a hurry, just being alone with Marcus was all I really wanted, so I eased off the throttle and we just coasted along at a steady speed, and that was when I first noticed the headlights in my rear view mirror.
Thinking nothing of it, I continued to ride like I was, but the lights seemed to be getting closer, and closer very fast. With no time to think, or warn Marcus, I opened the throttle a little, hoping my paranoia would die but it didn’t. The headlights got closer still, and I could see not one, but three, single headlights stretched across the road, and they seemed intent on catching us.
I guessed it had to be the three who had seemingly stormed out of the club. I just didn’t see how they could have known we had left, unless of course they had made their way back and had been watching, and waiting.
Marcus realized there was something bothering me and began to tap, furiously, on my shoulder. When I didn’t listen, and instead sped up, he squeezed my side hard. Turning my head as much as I dared, I could just make out he was pretending to twist a key, and guessed he wanted me to stop.
I was caught in two minds. Did I stop and face whoever seemed to be chasing us down? Or did I ignore Marcus’ wishes and risk him being pissed off with me?
Eventually, I decided at least there were two of us, if whoever was chasing did want to fight. Three against two were better odds than three against one, which could happen any day of the week, so I reluctantly stopped the bike and turned it off.
The two of us dismounted, and stood side by side, as the three bikes came to a stop twenty or thirty feet away from us. Their engines were cut and the riders climbed off, followed by the passengers they were carrying, the passengers I hadn’t noticed because of the way I was riding.
Suddenly, the odds had gone from something manageable to something a lot more difficult, and I turned to look at Marcus.
Surprising me, he just stood there seemingly unaffected by the fact that, if it was going to become a street fight, it was six against two. Slowly the six figures began to walk toward us, and I instantly recognized the three who had left the club.
Bracing myself, ready for what was about to happen, the six stopped a few feet in front of us, and the one who seemed to have designated himself their spokesman took a step toward me.
Ready for anything he threw at me, I was shocked when he held his hand out to me.
“Kev,” he said. “I, we, want to thank you, and Marcus, so much.”
“Why? What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at Marcus who looked just as puzzled as I felt.
“It’s simple really,” He said.
As he spoke his bike passenger joined him, and the others also formed into pairs.
“Because of you,” he continued. “And because of what you have done, we all feel we to can be ourselves as well.”
As he spoke the passengers all removed their helmets, to reveal one woman and two more men.
“You see, we are different as well, but we were afraid to show it,” he said. “Billy and I have been a couple for years but I have always hid it from the group, fearful of their reaction.”
“Yeah, and I’ve been with Natasha for six months.” The guy on the right chipped in.
“What’s that got to do with us?” I asked. “You being with a woman.”
“Natasha isn’t a woman, not by birth, anyway” he said. “I met her on a Russian Dating site. She’s a pre-op transsexual.”
“For fuck sake,” I said. “When we saw you leave the club we thought it was because we disgusted you.”
“Well, now you know the truth,” the original spokesman said. “How about the eight of us go and find a nice, quiet, gay bar and get to know each other better.”
“That sounds like one hell of a great idea,” I said, and this time I held my hand out to him.
Turn the page for a taste from For The Love of Leon
A Taste from For The Love of Leon
Leon wanted the same thing everyone else wants: a loving relationship lasting beyond a few weeks. All he’d ever been able to find, however, was a few weeks hot on sex, but cold on ro
mance. The day he walks into the local pub and sees a newcomer sitting by the window, he hopes his luck is about to change.
As he and Simon spend time together, Leon realizes not everything is as perfect as he’d thought it would be. Experiencing love also means experiencing the ups and downs of a new relationship.
When Simon tells Leon they need to talk, Leon is forced to wonder... is he going to be unlucky in love yet again?
Chapter One
Sitting in the park enjoying the scorching sun, my attention was drawn to the couples there. Lying around, walking hand in hand, they were everywhere.
I found myself wishing life had been kind enough to grant me a relationship like theirs. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t tried to have something like that in my life. I’d done everything to find the right person and settle down. But they had all been meaningless, intense passion and nothing else, fizzling out after months, sometimes weeks. Try as I might, no one I had ever met seemed to want to commit to a long-term relationship.
Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fucking great, always the star of a relationship, but some nights I would have liked someone to go out with. A meal, the cinema, or even a concert, and then home like a loving couple. Someone who didn’t just want to fuck, but someone who liked to kiss and cuddle. Someone to wake up with and make breakfast for.
Just watching the crowds started to get me down and I stood up, making my way out of the park, aimlessly wandering to anywhere I didn’t have to stare at all the happiness around me.
Staring in shop windows at fancy designer gear I could easily afford, but had no reason to own, pissed me off even more.
I made my way to a small bar by the river I knew wouldn’t be over-crowded with more couples.
Once there, I ordered a pint and sat outside by the river’s edge, just watching the barges trundle by and the handful of fisherman desperately trying to outdo each other with their catches.
Smiling to myself, I felt a lot more relaxed than I had at the park and as the afternoon drew toward evening, I started to think about the long walk back through town to my apartment. I knew I couldn’t put it off, even though I would happily have stayed where I was, watching the world drift by forever.
I drained my glass and headed back into the bar. As I leaned over to set my empty pint on the counter, I saw him, sitting alone by one of the windows. Suddenly leaving seemed like the last thing I wanted to do. I situated myself on a barstool, ordered a coke, and tried not to look like I was watching him, only glancing over every now and again.
I guessed him to be around thirtyish, half a dozen years or so younger than me, and I was instantly drawn to how impeccably dressed he was. Unlike a lot of the males in my town, he wasn’t in torn jeans, combat-style trousers, or t-shirt. Instead, he was wearing black dress trousers, a light blue long-sleeved shirt which was unbuttoned at the neck, and well polished shoes.
Not only was his dress nice, but the way he looked was as well. Slightly tanned, shaved with just a hint of light brown stubble, and neatly styled, not too long or too short, brown hair. A small, gold sovereign ring adorned his left little finger, and a diamond earring sat in his left earlobe.
As I watched him, I noticed he never turned to face the rest of the pub. He kept his eyes firmly on the window as though waiting for someone, sipping from his glass.
Now, although where I lived was classed as a city, it wasn't much bigger than a large town. Every time someone new appeared, they always drew attention. This man was no different, I noticed, for I wasn’t the only person keeping a close eye on him.
On the opposite side of the bar were a group of the local, so called, ‘hard’ men. They were also keeping their eye on this new stranger and seeing as I knew them as well as I did, I knew their reason would be totally different from mine.
For a few minutes, I continued to shift my gaze between the stranger and the thugs, and as they stood up to leave, I decided I had a decision to make. I could either let the man leave, knowing full well the thugs would be waiting for him to step outside the pub, or I could go over, introduce myself, offer to buy him a drink, and maybe get to know him.
Keeping my eye on the man to make sure he didn’t just get up and leave, I called the barman over.
“Get me another coke, please, and whatever he’s drinking.”
“Are you sure? He’s having double scotch.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
I paid for the drinks and took both glasses over to where the stranger was sitting.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I saw you alone and got you another,” I said, placing the scotch on the table.
“Oh, thanks, that’s very kind of you.”
“Well, you’re new in town and I just thought it would be nice for someone to welcome you.”
“Don’t get too many places like that nowadays.”
“I know, but I remember what it was like when I first moved here,” I told him. “My name’s Leon, by the way.”
“I’m Simon, but you can call me Si. Won’t you join me?”
“Thank you,” I said, sitting on the small stool by the table opposite Si. “So, are you just passing through?”
“Hopefully I’m going to buy a place, if the property prices here aren’t as outlandish as the last two towns I looked in.”
“I guess that depends on what you are looking for.”
“Ideally a two bedroom apartment, or house if possible.”
“There’s a fair few of those at the other end of town,” I told him. “Is it for just you, or do you have a family that will be joining you once you have found a place?”
“Just me. I have no family.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I replied, lowering my head, slightly embarrassed at my clumsy attempt to find out more about him.
“No need to apologize, you weren't to know.” He lifted his hand to wave away my apology. For the next few minutes the two of us sat there sipping our drinks, when Si finally broke the silence.
“So, tell me, Leon, what do you do around here? My guess is there’s not much in the way of employment to be had.”
“No, there isn’t, but I’m lucky enough to work from home as a graphic artist.”
“Wish I could work from home. Mind you, I wish I had a home, but it’s too late to find something now, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You did happen to choose the one place in town that does bed and breakfast.”
“Ah, well, that’s lucky, then! Would you give me a moment to get set up?”
I watched Si walk over to the bar and begin chatting with the barman. I found myself staring intently at his muscular physique and firm ass, hoping, praying he was gay and wondering what my chances would be with him if he was.
“Thanks for letting me know. He only had one room left,” He sat back down, draining his glass.
“No worries.”
“So, apart from saying you wanted to give me a warm welcome to your small town, what was the real reason for buying a stranger a drink?”
“No other reason,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him the truth, not now that he was thinking of moving to the town. I wanted him to feel welcome, not frightened off by potential danger from local thugs.
“Well, maybe I can return the favor another day,” Si smiled. “How about tomorrow? I’ll buy you lunch.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but I want to.”
Being asked to lunch by the hottest guy I had seen for ages seemed too good to be true, and I felt my cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment.
“Okay, what time?” I mumbled under my breath before repeating myself a lot clearer.
“Why don’t you meet me here about one? Gives me time to have a look around at property.”
“One it is then,” I said, then drained my glass. “Anyway, I better go and let you get settled. Besides, I have a design I have to finish tonight.”
“Oh, okay, see you tomorrow then,” Si replied s
ullenly, and I was sure I could see a look of disappointment in his eyes at the thought of me leaving. But work was work, bills had to be paid, and anyway the date for the next day was arranged and by now I knew the thugs would have finally given up waiting, calling it a night as well. As I stood up, Si offered me his hand and I gave it a gentle shake instantly noticing how soft his skin was. I turned and headed out into the night, a slight smile on my face. If he does hang around I am definitely going to get to know him a lot better, I thought. I walked past where the group of thugs had been hanging out, the cigarette butts and discarded beer cans giving them away, and I continued toward my place.
About The Author
Julez S. Morbius is the pseudonym of an engaged father to nine children, four of his own and five stepchildren. He is also partially disabled, having been born with a neurological condition that has caused his nervous system to deteriorate over the years and finds writing to be the way to express his feelings, and fantasies.
Having been writing for less than five years, Star Search, published by Naughty Nights Press in November 2011, was his first release. His second stand-alone release, Addicted to Charlie, came out in June 2012, quickly followed by Reunited at a Reunion, which earned him his first ever bestseller certificate from his publisher, NNP, and then shortly after that his next Transgender release, Top Of The Class, which earned him yet another silver star at All Romance Ebooks on the very first day.
Julez has several stories, both gay male and transgender, currently on the editing table of his publisher that he hopes will be out to his fans shortly. A recent surgery to assist him in his mobility has added to the unfortunate delayed releases, but now that Julez is on the mend he has jumped back into the wonderfully busy process of working with his editor to cultivate his upcoming works.
Julez now considers writing to be his main occupation, and continues to write, mainly in gay male, transgender and cross dressing genres.
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