I recognized him, that’s all.”Another suspicious frown. I would wade out as well, and dive into the waves, though keeping my distance from my weekend lover, who preferred, by that point, to remain alone. Gay sex I was saving it, I would tell them, with a smile.“For what?” they would always ask, wearing a confused look.It would still be morning, late morning, when I arrived back at the little two bedroom/two bath flamingo-pink house I shared with my pretty mother in south Miami. Derrick would arrive an hour so later and wade out to jetty’s end where I was diving off the rocks into wave swells. Another student [at the community college I attended]?”“No, mom. Some still wore their Speedos, with bulges in the vee-fronts; others were naked and masturbated while they watched.It had become a weekly bit of erotic theater at the gay end of the Miami beach where we all came to swim and play. Or rather, he was not a presence in my life. To his house on the bay…These men were always older, and always made it sound like they were wealthy, quite wealthy.They would ask me if I had cum and when I said no they would offer to make me cum with their mouths when/if I went
