Postcards From the Ledge (and Other Extraordinary Folk): Some Men Go Just Where They Want ~ Part A

Ken Painter By Ken Painter, 9th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Join me in a stroll through an eclectic collection of short stories filled with gay and straight characters in the mid-Michigan communities of Lansing and East Lansing and surrounding areas as they laugh, love, and find their lives intertwined in inexplicable ways. (Some of the stories - not all - contain softcore male/male sex scenes, and some of the material contained has been previously published on Wikinut by this author and have been modified from it's original form.)

Meet Gavin McDermott

Gavin McDermott was always the type of guy who did pretty much what he wanted to. An only child raised by his mom in a single-parent household, he was always of the opinion they never really gave a damn what anybody else thought of them or what they did. It had always been them against the world.

Yet despite their close-knit relationship when Gavin started dating girls in junior high and high school his mother Ramona had no problem with accepting them right into the fold. She had long ago decided that she’d never be one of those jealous types, no not her! And so because of her somewhat liberal attitude to Gavin’s growth and development in building relationships and exploring his sexuality, he developed into a handsome well-grounded young man, graduating from Lansing’s Evergreen High School with honors, captain of the high school chess team and having lettered for four years straight in wrestling, two on the junior varsity squad, and the last two on varsity. At 5 feet 10 inches tall and 170 lbs. with short chestnut hair and green eyes he was a looker to be sure and while he’d had a string of short-term girlfriends in high school, none had lasted more than a few months at most. He was going off to Michigan State in the fall as a free agent, and that suited him just fine.

It was in while attending one of his Education classes in Erickson Hall during the winter term of his freshman year that he met Katie Donaldson, and he fell hard. She wasn’t sure about him though. But Gavin had always been one to get what he wanted, and he pursued Katie right on through the remaining weeks of that term and spring term and then on into the summer. Fortunately for him she was a local, and he’d been able to extract enough bits of information from her to find out that much. As time had worn on over the course of these few months, Gavin had managed to extract Katie’s My Space address and petitioned her to add him as her friend that summer. He then proceeded to actually bite his nails for the next two days while he waited for a friendship confirmation which bothered him tremendously, because he hadn’t actually chewed his fingernails since the seventh grade! But at last the awesome, most wonderful, and blessed friendship confirmation popped up a glowing red in his My Space header, and Gavin kissed his fingertips touching them to his computer screen.

“Sweet,” were the only words spoken. The ice had finally broken.

Fall term of his sophomore year would bring either a dance or a duel. Perhaps a combination of both. In the meantime Gavin thought he would just take it easy and not overwhelm Katie with his personality. Nice and easy does it every time.

Gavin and Katie

Fall term of their sophomore year, Gavin and Katie’s courtship, if it could be called that yet, began as a kind of a soft duel, but by Christmastime and the end of first quarter it had turned into a tentative dance by which time they’d actually gone out on two dates. By the end of Winter term they’d been dating regularly and had progressed to explore the sexual side of things to find that they clicked rather well in that department. So by Spring term, Gavin and Katie were in a romance, his first ever steady relationship and only her second. And Mom Ramona approved. Not even tentatively.

And so the relationship would progress with the two growing closer and closer until they moved in together into an off-campus apartment during the summer break between their junior and senior years. And, of course, their engagement was announced at Thanksgiving with a wedding date set for the following June after their college commencement.

Their life up until recently had been rather a textbook case of the college fairytale romance. They’d just celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary, and it was now summer break from school. Gavin was enjoying his summer hiatus from the classroom at his old alma mater Evergreen High School where he taught Chemistry by catching up on reading a few old classics, and Katie was celebrating her summer break from Thoreau Junior High where she taught 7th and 8th grade Math by taking a Pilates course. Other than that, they’d grown politely bored with each other.

Their marriage had always seemed strong enough, but they’d chosen to remain childless up to this point. Katie had never felt that she wanted to bring a child into this messed-up world. Gavin knew this going in, and while he’d felt absolutely okay with it at the time, especially working with children as a teacher, as the years had worn on he’d begun to feel deprived if only in some small way. And that small nugget of deprivation he feared was beginning to grow.

And then there was another small matter that had started to develop in his mind . . .

The "Q" in LGBTQ Stands For "Questioning"

Gavin had never played around with guys while growing up, sexually that is. Sure he’d been on the wrestling team in high school and there had been the usual jockish horseplay in the showers pretty much all towel snapping and headlocks and such but no forbidden touching of places. He’d never even felt the urge really, never gotten hard looking at the other guys, and he’d never checked out any of the other guys with anything more than a cursory glance. Nothing longing and latent.

And yet recently he found that he was developing an almost insane desire to try out man-sex. Why? He had absolutely no idea. At the moment he was as bewildered as he was bewitched by the idea. But it was occupying a good-sized portion of his mind, and as the fantasy continued growing he hadn’t been able to erase it. And it had been making him horny as hell!

Matters had only gotten worse a few months ago when their local hero, athlete, and college star all rolled into one, Wilson Biggerstaff, gorgeous hunk of a young man that he was, had come out of the closet much to the surprise of so many who didn’t know him personally. Gavin had never been a regular reader of Sports Idol preferring more erudite type of publications instead, however, since the Biggerstaff announcement he’d actually purchased a subscription. His excuse was that the articles were great, and a few of them actually were, but damn, there were some hot beefcake photos too. What the hell was wrong with him? He knew that he still liked sex with women or at least thought he did, but somehow he was feeling this new desire also. Inexplicable.

One day while Katie was at her Pilates class Gavin decided to go to the Wikipedia site on the Internet, and he logged a search for Alfred Kinsey. Time to do a little research he thought. When the page rolled up, he began reading about Kinsey’s groundbreaking book from way back in 1948 Sexual Behavior in the Human Male and also the Kinsey Reports which grew from Alfred Kinsey and his associates’ extensive research. Gavin also clicked on the hot links for both topics and delved further. In so doing he educated himself about the Kinsey Scale which ranged from 0 to 6 where Dr. Kinsey postulated a 0 as perfectly straight and a 6 as perfectly gay. That would make a 3 perfectly bisexual Gavin thought since it’s right in the middle of the scale. I wonder, he thought . . .

Gavin had no real way of knowing though, because he’d never held such thoughts until somewhat recently and had absolutely zero sexual experience with the same sex.

And all of this reading and thinking naturally led him just a little farther on down the yellow brick road to the next question, to cheat or not to cheat, that was THE question!

The First Answers

It took Gavin all of ten minutes at the most to arrive at his answer. No, he wasn’t about to cheat, not on Katie if only for the fact that she didn’t deserve that. However, he had a problem, a big problem and that meant that they had a problem, and they needed to talk about it. It would hurt, hurt a lot, hurt her especially, Gavin thought, but he didn’t know what else to do, where else to go at the moment, and the more he thought about it, he was prepared to separate if necessary to do this. He knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He just had to find out about this side of himself before it drove him nuts. He wasn’t crazy yet, but he had to touch and taste, to smell, and well do all the other stuff he’d been thinking about. He had to know. He wasn’t going to totally abandon women he didn‘t think, but he was strongly feeling the urge to add to his repertoire. What he and Katie would do with that or could do, he just didn’t know. He wasn’t sure about anything really.

When Katie came home that afternoon from her Pilates class, Gavin mentioned to her that he thought they needed to have a little talk. He had something that he needed to tell her.

“Could we go into the den, honey, it’s a little more cozy in there?”

“Sure Gavin, but you know, it’s funny,” Katie replied, “well, not ha-ha funny, but strange I guess, because I was just thinking on the drive home that we needed to have a talk this afternoon.”

“You were?”

“Yeah, because there’s something really important I need to tell you,” Katie looked into Gavin’s soulful, but puzzled eyes as they sat down next to each other on the den couch. “Do you mind if I go first? I really need to get this off my chest.”

“Well, sure,” Gavin said as he took her hands into his. “Go ahead. I can wait for you.”

“Okay. Here goes” And Katie took a deep breath before she continued. “Well, I suppose it’s no big surprise to either of us that we seem to be a little bored with each other lately, and, I don’t know, maybe that’s what you wanted to talk to me about, but I’ve been going to this Pilates class for about eight weeks now, you know, started near the end of April. You remember?”

Gavin nodded, looking more confused than ever with the direction this conversation was going.

“Well, I guess there’s no other way to say this then just spill it, but I’ve kind of developed some pretty deep feelings for my Pilates instructor, Javier, and well . . .”

Suddenly Gavin got the picture and let out a huge long sigh. “Have you slept with him yet?”

“No dear,” Katie shook her head with tears beginning to well up in her eyes, “but I have to admit that the past couple of weeks it’s been a struggle not to. And I haven’t wanted to do that to you . . . to us. That’s why we’re having this conversation now.” She paused here and looked deeply into Gavin’s confusion. “I think it’s time for us to take a break, and by that I mean a separation.”

Wow! That stings Gavin thought with tears in his eyes, and yet in the back of his mind he knew he’d just gotten off easy. “I think you could be right about that, Katie.”

“You mean, you’re not gonna fight me on this?”

“Well . . . no. You were right. I was gonna talk about how we’ve gotten bored with each other,” Gavin replied. However, since this situation had turned on a dime and somewhat in his favor, he’d just decided that there was no need for Katie to know the recent developments regarding his male attraction. She wanted to talk first, and so it went. “I didn’t know what we could do about that, and I didn’t know how you felt about it, but if you’ve fallen for another guy I won’t stand in your way. After all, I’m open to exploring my options too, you know.”

“Well . . . okay then.” Katie wiped the tears from her eyes and stopped sniffling. “That was easier than I thought it’d be, and I had hoped you’d be reasonable.” Then she gave her husband of ten years a big hug, and they began working out the details of their separation.

Stepping Out to Test the Waters

The next two weeks found Gavin and Katie ironing out the details of their separation, Gavin locating an apartment, packing his belongings, and moving into a clean and neat one-bedroom walkup on Lansing’s quiet northwest side. During that interim time Gavin had thought a lot about exploring his nether side but had done nothing about it. Finally after setting up everything in his new bachelor pad as he’d come to view it in his 32-year old footloose mind, only then did he even begin exploring. And the first week of exploration was confined solely to the Internet. Damn! There were a lot of fine looking men on the Net! A lot of hookups too, but it wasn’t about to go down that way. No, he had to look at the person in the flesh first, talk to the guy, smell the bubble around him, maybe even dance with him, touch him, get an overall feel for the situation. The only way he’d do a computerized hookup would be a bona fide legit dating service, and Gavin felt he wasn’t that far down the road yet. He didn’t even know for a certainty if man-on-man sex was for him.

And so after a week of stoking his fire with Internet gay male porn, Gavin found the website for No Limits which looked to be one of the better gay bars in the area, and decided that he was in the mood for a little adventure. The time was right. It was a warm, muggy Friday evening in July just past the 4th and all of its festivities.

As he walked confidently into the bar that Friday evening, he noticed the colorful cardboard ad which graced a portion of the front window nearest the door advertising the band that evening which billed them as the Rainbow Chaps. Interesting name, Gavin thought, and then he found himself inside and caught their country twang noticing also a couple of the guys in the band sporting just that ~ rainbow colored chaps adorned with metal studs perhaps zinc. Wow! What a statement! This would be an interesting evening. If Gavin only knew.

After receiving his favorite brew from the bar he sat down at a table in the corner by himself and just nursed his beer for awhile enjoying the band. Good thing he liked country music he thought. Actually, he’d been raised on it. Ramona’s favorite. But then, Gavin had branched out some as an adult, so his tastes could be said to be a little more eclectic. But country was just fine by him.

After Gavin received a refill of his favorite brew, it was on his way back to his solitary table against the wall in the corner that he noticed him, the cowboy at the table in the center of the bar where he sat with two other dudes, cowboys also, the only exception being that the other two were holding hands and were deep in conversation with each other, and this handsome stud with dimples grinning from ear-to-ear was watching Gavin’s every move and looked ready to eat him up like he was a piece of meat and the unknown cowboy was the hungry lion. Well, well, very interesting, Gavin thought, as he smiled a welcome, come-hither smile back at the stud. However, he kept right on walking back to his lonely table in the corner although he did manage to put just a little English into those last few steps with tad of a wiggle in his ass. When Gavin turned around to sit down he was most happy to see the cowboy on his feet and bidding adieu to his friends and turning in Gavin’s direction covering the distance swifter than a colt in heat.

Harley Henderson, Jr. introduced himself to Gavin before he even sat down, and he even asked permission to sit. Wow! What a gentleman, Gavin thought as he stood to introduce himself.

“Yeah, I never use the junior part though unless my dad’s around, and they need to distinguish between the two of us, otherwise it’s just Harley. We’ve got a ranch called the Double H. Original, huh?” Harley laughed and flashed those damn dimples over at Gavin who melted right into his chair and sprang a boner all in the very same instant. Oh my God. That was a first! Other than recent Internet porn.

“Where’s your ranch?” Gavin had never heard of a Double H although there were a few semi-large cattle and milk concerns in the area.


“Wow,” Gavin exclaimed. “You’re a long way from home!”

Harley started laughing, and Gavin looked puzzled for a moment. “Sorry, Dude. My bad. I do that all the time, and I’ve gotta learn to stop it. I apologize. Wyoming, Michigan, the one up just outside of Grand Rapids, and actually not in Wyoming but just outside a bit.

Gavin’s face relaxed. “Oh yeah, I believe I’ve heard of it. What brings you down here?”

“Rodeo’s in town, the gay rodeo. I’m not in it, but I’m thinking about joining up. It’s kind of interesting.”

“Geez, I had no idea there was a gay rodeo!”

“Oh yeah,” Harley said. “Gay rodeo, gay bands,” he said pointing to the guys in Rainbow Chaps, “gay pretty much everything anymore. You didn’t realize that did you?”

Suddenly Gavin felt rather green around the edges. He already liked Harley, liked him a lot, and he didn’t want to lie to the guy. So he decided to be forthright with him and said, “Harley, you seem like a stand-up guy, so there’s something I’ve gotta tell you.” And Gavin launched into the basics of his marital situation and his sexual inexperience with men all the while emphasizing his current state of lustful interest.

Tears welled in the corners of Harley’s eyes by the time Gavin had finished, not only because of the way Gavin had told his tale, no, but also because Harley had a reason to be empathetic to his situation. And the reason Harley was so empathetic was . . .

Harley reached over and placed the palm of his right hand on Gavin’s left hand softly, warmly, and he gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze and said, “I’ve got a story for you that just might surprise you.” And then Harley launched into his own narrative as Gavin’s eyes kept growing wider and wider.

As Harley would go on to tell Gavin, he’d only recently come to terms with his own male attraction himself though for him it was slightly different in that it had always been there. However, he’d always denied that part of himself and had gone on to get married instead to his childhood sweetheart, Stella. They’d known each other since the age of six, 25 years now, and they’d gotten married as soon as both graduated from Michigan State some nine years ago, she with a BA degree in Education and he with a BS in Animal Husbandry. They had a 6-year old daughter, Lucy. He’d only recently come out to Stella during the past winter just after the New Year’s holiday, and the three of them were adjusting. He’d taken up a small room back at the ranch and was still trying to get used to being a single yet separated man. The divorce was scheduled to be finalized in a matter of weeks. But as of yet he hadn’t been with another man sexually. He’d been on dates, been out dancing, but he hadn’t felt that special connection he was looking for.

“Yeah, I’m horny as hell,” he said with a laugh as he looked at Gavin, “but it’s gonna be my first time with a guy too, and damnit, it’s gonna be good. Not cheap!”

A tear slipped down Gavin’s left cheek as he squeezed the right hand of his newfound friend and said, “I couldn’t agree with you more. And then tonight,” Gavin gave a little chuckle, “of all of the gin joints in all the world . . .”

“We both walk into this one,” Harley added with a knowing smile.

“Would you please,” Gavin had to pause to swallow a lump in his throat, and then he laughed a little, “would you please dance with me?”

“That would be my distinct pleasure,” Harley said as he grasped Gavin’s hand a bit harder pulling the slightly shorter man to his feet and leading him to the dance floor.

“How appropriate,” Harley breathed into Gavin’s ear, and then he sang along with the Rainbow Chaps, “saving the last waltz for me. I just love Rodney Crowell songs.”

“I was raised on Country Music, but I’m not familiar with this one at all,” Gavin half-shouted back over the hum of the speakers and then refolded himself into the bigger man’s burly arms. God, Gavin thought, I could rest here forever.

“Rodney Crowell, the album was Diamonds & Dirt, real early 90’s I believe. I was raised on that stuff, and it’s a classic album, really big at the time. Lot of hits . . . God you smell good.”

That did it. That last statement was all it took for Gavin. That was the orgasm of words that pushed him over the edge, and he stopped and looked into Harley’s eyes as if he would build a nest and remain there forever. Time stopped. They both leaned into one another for the man-kiss, Gavin’s first and Harley’s first meaningful one. They could have stood there on the dance floor locked in this embrace with their lips locked in the pleasure and warmth of their tingly delight for mere seconds, minutes, hours, or even days, time was a lost dimension to them. Only when their need for air became an overwhelming necessity and Gavin’s feet were growing sufficiently numb had the spell become broken and the two parted their lips giggling like satisfied but somewhat embarrassed schoolboys.

“I think we’re being watched,” Gavin said somewhat playfully as he looked around him.

“I think you’re right,” Harley agreed. “Shall we take our show on the road?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Gavin chuckled. “And I have the right place in mind.”

“That’s good,” Harley responded with relief in his voice, “because I’m sharing a room with Rocky and Bullwinkle over there.” He nodded over toward the other two cowboys he’d arrived with who were now locked in a deep makeout session of their own. The night was getting heavy with love.

“Do you think I should go tell them we’re leaving?” Harley looked quizzically at his new buddy.

“Do you have one of their phone numbers?”

“Both of them, actually,” Harley answered.

“Text one of them then.”

“Good call!”

Gavin and Harley then left No Limits hand in hand, both in their early 30’s going on 18.

Ah, the night was ripe with sweet smell of anticipation.

(End of Part A - the 1st of 4 parts of this story. Next up: Part B.)

Link to Part B of "Some Men Go Just Where They Want" . . . Here


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Retired Chicago public school teacher. Singer, songwriter, musician, author, & opinionated old curmudgeon. Married to my husband & living in Colorado, USA. Also a father & grandfather.

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