Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories

‘You want to just hang out or what?’
    ‘I gotta go,’ said Bobby.
    He got in the car without a plan, but with the first turn he made he was headed downtown, back to Union Station, and soon he found himself studying the panels displaying the old photographs of the people who had once lived here. He felt he could stare at them for the rest of his life, he was totally absorbed ... until a voice next to him said, ‘We have family all around us.’
    There was a man standing right next to him. Usually no one could get near Bobby without his being aware of it. The man was Asian, probably Chinese. There was grey in his hair and some lines in his face, but his body seemed that of a young man, supple and strong. His smile was kindly.
    ‘What?’ said Bobby.
    ‘Our family is all around us, always. The living and those who have passed on. Do you believe that?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ said Bobby. ‘Maybe.’
    ‘Why have you come back here?’ asked the man.
    ‘How do you know I was here before? I didn’t see you.’
    ‘Would you take a walk with me?’ said the man.
    ‘All right,’ said Bobby. He wondered what this guy wanted. He didn’t think this was a come-on.
    They walked out of the Station and up a slope Bobby hadn’t noticed before. And where was the parking lot? It should be just over there, to the left. A mist was closing in, unusual for this time of year. They went further. Shouldn’t they have come to the old Post Office building by now and the train yards? But there was only grass and brush and a few trees. 
    ‘Something’s going on,’ said Bobby.
    The man smiled. ‘Something’s always going on. We just don’t always see it.’
    In the distance, there was a small fire and the outline of some shacks. Suddenly Bobby was frightened. ‘I don’t think we should go there,’ he said. He was sure they had gone back in time, to the first Chinese settlement here, the original Chinatown.
    ‘You’re right about that,’ said the man. ‘If you go that far, you won’t be going home tonight.’
    ‘Who are you?’ asked Bobby.
    The man seemed amused. ‘You don’t recognise me?’
    Bobby looked closely at him. The man was a stranger but somehow, yes, familiar. ‘Are we related?’ he asked.
    The man took Bobby in his arms. Bobby, who was strong as steel and quick as a bird, was helpless. And then he realised he was so glad to be embraced by this man who was father, brother, lover. Deeply content, he rested his head on the man’s shoulder and slept in perfect peace.
    Bobby was in his car, parked in the lot outside the station. He felt completely refreshed. He was not at all surprised by what had happened. He accepted it. 
    The next day, he took Mitch to dinner. At the restaurant, near the end of the meal, he told him he didn’t think they should get together any more. 
    ‘Yeah ... well, too bad,’ said Mitch. ‘It’s been fun.’ He seemed to take it pretty well, no big deal, but when he said he was going to use the bathroom, he left the restaurant. 
    Bobby was sorry if he’d hurt Mitch. He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. 

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