“I need to use the toilet,” I said, resting my hand on his lower back. “I’ll be back. Don’t leave.”
More people filled the field with hundreds of umbrellas now swaying in the air and revelers dancing underneath, stomping their feet against the moist grass. The hard house music boomed while the DJ guided them through the sounds of merriment. He had one hand on the decks and the other twirling about like he was drawing the music. The party was building momentum like a locomotive and nothing was going to stop it, not even the rain.
After using the toilet, I ran into an old roommate of mine that I hadn’t seen in years. He was always such a happy guy. He didn’t have an umbrella but was dancing in the rain with short shorts and a blue tank top like he was invincible. We must’ve talked for about 20 minutes as I told him about the leave of absence I was going to take — how I’d decided to start in Detroit and make it to New Orleans for Halloween. I wanted to then go up the east coast toward New York, and fly to Berlin after that and stay for two months. As I finished explaining my plans I remembered that Ernan was waiting for me back at the field. “Shit, I gotta go,” I said, excusing myself abruptly. He didn’t mind at all — he just continued on dancing.
Ernan was in the same spot when I returned, looking through the crowd in the opposite direction with two beers in his hands. He turned around and jumped when he saw me. “I’d thought you left,” he said.
“I told you I was coming back.”
“But we don’t have each other’s phone numbers. What if I never saw you again?”
“Well, here I am.”
“Yeah, but what if I moved and you couldn’t find me? And then I went home sad because I thought you abandoned me?”
I couldn’t tell if he was being serious, so I just laughed. “You’re such a weirdo.”
“I’m not a weird-doe.”
He smiled. “I think you’re a weird-doe.”
I then kissed him, spilling half the beers all over us. We were already wet though so it didn’t matter. He handed me the rest of my beer, then placed that free hand behind my head and kissed me again, pushing my face into his.
We spent the rest of the afternoon dancing together in the rain. I finally suggested we go back to my place.
* * *
When I came out of the bathroom back at my apartment, I found Ernan standing just outside the door. “Please don’t walk in on me like that again,” I said.
“I need to pee. Will ya hold my wiener?”
“Hold your wiener?” I shrugged. “Of course I will.” We went back into the bathroom.
“No need to be shy with me,” he explained, whipping his cock out. It was semi-hard. I grabbed onto it and he started to pee.