Carmine and I flew his kite late in the afternoon, in the park. I lay on his chest, as we watched the birds soar high above us in the blue sky. He used to fly kites with his father, his father was mad about them, about the only thing he used to do with Carmine.
The wind whistled in our ears, so we didn't talk much, just listened. We just lay there and enjoyed the snow-dome-effect from that view from the centre of the oval. It was just like we were looking up from the inside, for a change. The gentle sun shone.
We hugged. We kissed. We lay all over each other. Carmine is nice to pash. The dope made our heads fuzzy and our bodies heavy on the green grass.
We were joined momentarily by an old couple walking past. We watched them approach from the far side of the oval. They were the only people who walked by, all afternoon, and it must have looked like we were a couple. The old couple just kind of gave us a wave as though two boys ying on the grass was just a normal thing. We watched them walk away to the other side of the oval.
I could have lay there for the rest of my life with Carmine.
The grass stretched away from us as far as we could see in every direction.
We took the old couple as a sign that we shouldn't do it again. We laughed about the innocent faces, if only they knew. We decided to head in doors to continue further.
Carmine said he hadn't had physical contact in... he couldn't remember how long.
Carmines's is single, big, boofy Italian. Manny would have been cool with him. Manny is often trying to tee up a threesome with some Italian guy. Pity, I’m not really into threesomes any more.
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