Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:59:56 -0500 (EST) From: Clark Building <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: JD and the Overture I remember a big beefy strong guy I met who operated a Corvette junk yard, salvage parts. I used to run around with a couple of guys, three actually, who had Corvettes and we were always working on one or more of them and went many times to that junk yard in West LB. I think the guy there, JD they called him, must have thought we were gay, hanging around together all the time, but there was none of that at all. Just car buddies.. We, the four of us, would hang around the office there at the salvage yard, shooting the bull with JD who seemed to like the company of young guys. He would give us good discounts on parts Sometimes we would bring a couple of six-packs of beer and we would all get a little tipsy and laugh a lot, making jokes and crude talk. Two of us were tall guys, brothers, and two of us were on the small side, relatively speaking, me and a Japanese friend. All of us were much younger than JD who was at least forty. We four were all in our early twenties. I got an impression that JD was sexually interested in us two small guys. I happened this way. As we joked around, sometimes drinking beer, there were a couple, maybe three, times JD did a kind of odd movement where he would kind of stride forcefully toward me or the Jap guy, thrusting his pelvis in a fuck motion as he got near. The Jap and me, we would just scurry away from him and we all laughed like it was just innocent horseplay. But I watched the look on JD's face and he was watching intently to see exactly what reaction we would have. The last time he did that, his eyes met mine and there was a message exchanged. I had previously seen guys, usually larger and older men, advance on younger, smaller guys in a similar aggressive move, though not normally with the pelvic fuck motions. I had seen it in men's restrooms, usually a bar's restroom, and the aggressor was clearly under the influence of alcohol, perhaps lessening his inhibitions. In every case that I observed, the younger, small guy just moved away good naturedly and nothing happened. But I suspect that sometimes when the two were alone, the aggressor would corner the other or the other would stand his ground and their bodies would make contact, perhaps some sexual contact, either immediately or tentatively set for another time and place. In any event, the overt sexual move was a not-so-subtle demand for sexual favors and I felt like I knew the language. When my eyes met JD's that day, he knew from that mere clue, that I would be considering, and maybe even wanting, to come back to his salvage yard another time, by myself. By his body movements alone, JD solved the riddle of whether or not either of us might be receptive to his sexual overture. I will tell you the end of this saga next time. What a cliffhanger; you know the answer.