Stories about & for us Queers

Chapter 1

The harsh ringing of the alarm clock made him turn over. With one long arm he stretched out and fumbled briefly before finding the infernal machine that was intruding on his dreams. With a deft slap of his bony hand he shut the shrill ringing off and opened his eyes. Looking up at the ceiling, Russ muttered a silent prayer to God, thanking him for letting him see another day.

Slowly he tossed aside the two thin sheets covering his body and then he flung his legs over the side, feeling the coldness of the wooden floor. He shivered slightly as he managed a long drawn out yawn, then he stretched his arms outwards slowly regaining feeling in his ancient body. Well, it wasn’t that ancient, but some mornings he sure felt like it even though he was only 44 years old last month.

Gradually Russ eased his 5 foot 10 inch frame off the bed and took his 215-pound body over to the bathroom to begin another day of his life. He looked into the mirror, seeing the few lines that were forming around his eyes and on his forehead, and he could see the thinning strands of his hair as he splashed the cold water on his face. Well, at least he could still his hair, even if they were on a constant retreat to the back of his head.

Picking up his razor, he started the daily shaving ritual even though he felt like just tossing it all. His eyes sparkled as he ran the buzzing machine over his cheeks that were a little more heavy these days and under his chin that was determined to become the twin hills of Russell land, but all in all he couldn’t complain too much. Besides, who was there to listen to his complaints other than God, and surely he knew them before Russ could even think them.

The sound of his doorbell ringing shocked Russ. Who in the hell would be calling on him at this ungodly hour of the morning? With a towel around in his hand, he hurried to wards the front door as the second chime of his bells echoed through the silent house.

Dapping the last of the water from his face, Russ opened the door to reveal a tall young man, in his early twenties with long flowing shoulder length hair. He had a pair of sunglasses on and seemed to tower over Russ.

“Yes?”

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