Majorca Flats -- 230

Can I cum rnd 2night? The text message on Keith's mobile was from Luigi. It was followed a moment later by another sorry 2 b such a dickhd. Of course, gd 2 c ya, Keith texted back.

He smiled as he thumbed off his phone. Jason was coming over too. It was Monday, and The Lord Grey was closed. They had planned to watch that week's episode of Downton Abbey together. Now they could all watch it.

Even though The Lord Grey was closed, Tom was in his office working. Keith went through to the office and asked Tom if he could have two bottles of cheap champagne from the bar's fridges.

“Natch. What's the occasion?”

“Luigi and Jason are comin' over to watch Downton Abbey tonight.”

“Good on yaz.”

Keith kissed Tom on the mouth. “I luvya, Tom.”

Tom hugged him. “Shall we?” he asked.

Keith lifted Tom's T-shirt over his head and bit gently down on his nipples. “Yeah.”

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Majorca Flats -- 177

Homeless young man, from SamPac's collection

Tom was thinking back on the first time he'd seen Keith. He'd been huddling in a doorway on a freezing July night. The face turned towards him had been so lost, so desperate and so unhappy that Tom hadn't hesitated.

“Come with me,” he'd said. “Ya don't need to fuck moi. I've got a sofa. Ya can't stay out on a noight loik this.”

Keith had come home with him. And of course they had fucked, and again every night after and often in the mornings too, breathless with lust. Tom was exactly what Keith had needed: a man (and Tom was very manly—most people would never have guessed he was gay) who knew his way round the world. Someone who loved him unconditionally, and not for his looks or his body, but because of his soul. It didn't hurt that Tom had had more hair and a less wrinkled face five years ago and Keith had been at his prime with the healthy good looks genetics confers upon the young.

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Majorca Flats -- 154

“Well, he was originally English. His name sounds French, but it isn't. He came from the Channel Islands. Apparently they used to be part of France. But he lived for a long time in the south of France. Anyway. The point is this: if you think hard about it, I was a whore. So it's no biggie, Keith. And … it was just good luck that I didn't get infected. I mean, I never even thought to ask if Richard was pozz. And he wasn't, but he could have been.”

“You know,” said Jason, “how is what you did any different to what that woman who married that Texas billionaire did? He was 75 or something, and she was a young model. You know that old joke, don't you?”

“Which one?” asked Keith.

“A man goes up to a woman at a party, and asks whether she'd sleep with him for fifty thousand pounds. So she simpers a little, then says yes. So then he asks her whether she'd sleep with him for fifty pounds. And she says, indignantly, 'what do you think I am?' So he goes, 'Madam, we know what you are. Now we're just negotiating price.'”

“That's a mean trick!” cried Keith, outraged.

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Majorca Flats -- 152

“So anyway I said yes. I knew nothing about any of that stuff. I mean, I knew I was gay. I'd known since I was eleven or so. But I'd never been paid before. So I fucked him and he came and he was so effing happy afterwards. He gave me $300 ...”

“...Fuck! I never got that!” interrupted Keith. “The best I ever got was $100! Once!”

“... and asked me to be a regular. Once a week. So I did. He would take me out to the ballet, to opera, to arthouse films, to expensive restos, and he always paid. He bought me clothes, expensive clothes to go out in, a tuxedo which cost $2000. I still have it. He was a really nice bloke. Kind, gentle, a top bloke. He took me to Europe, and we travelled together. He didn't make it obvious that we were a couple, but we were by then. I never fell in love with him. But I did love him.  They're not the same, you know.”

Keith nodded. Jason listened with complete fascination. Other peoples' lives were so interesting. He realised how narrow his own circle of acquaintances, family and friends had been. Until Brent.

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Majorca Flats -- 151

“You probably wondered about how I could afford the clothes I wear,” began Luigi. “Well, maybe you didn't. But I can afford these clothes and I own my flat and I have investments. I don't have to work. I do though, for charity. I work at the gay helpline, and for an AIDS charity. And I can because I have the money.

I was a … let's be honest … a whore for a while. A high class whore. Like there's any difference, really. Between high class and low class.” He avoided their eyes.

“Yeah, big dayil,” said Keith, his accent strong again, “I was too, mate. So fuckin' what? I was on the strayits for a whoile. There's nothin' fuckin' immoral about it whatever those happy clappy religious drongoes say. Nuthin'. I gave payple pleasure. For twenty minutes. They gave me money. No harm done!”

“You've got to remember, Keith, I was brought up strictly Catholic. No sex before marriage, gay sex an abomination, even pulling your wire against God.” Luigi smiled grimly.

“Yeah! Bullshit! Maynwhoile the fuckin' priests are diddling the altar boys.”

“Not our priest! Cold as ice he was. Anyway, I was at a gay pub, The Lord Grey, as it happens, and an old bloke came up to talk to me. When I say old, I mean old. He offered me money if I would have sex with him. He wanted me to fuck him, 'cos he couldn't get it up. Being old and all.”

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May-September Relationships

Love and friendship between older and younger guys is considered not quite the thing. If, say, a 50 year-old falls in love with a 30 year-old, the hidden assumptions of everybody including perhaps even the men concerned, are that it's an unnatural relationship. It can't last. The older guy is regarded as a bit pathetic, because after all he's unattractive, and shouldn't really be having sex anyway. The younger one is regarded as a loser -- what's wrong with him, that he doesn't find someone robust and of his own age to have sex with? I know this is so because I've experienced it. Faint contempt, mockery, raised eyebrows. Of course, we mock it with het relationships too. Rich old men marrying busty twenty year-olds. We smile dryly. We know what she wants, we think to ourselves. And it isn't him.

The implicit assumption is that sex is the only point of the relationship. That the younger partner is giving sex and the older paying for it. Sugar daddy. Says it all, doesn't it?

Sometimes there is much more to a relationship than the merely physical, the merely sexual. Sometimes love transcends barriers, and two people connect, even though they're not supposed to. Even if there's 20 years age gap between them. Today I mourn my friend who died roughly two years ago, and who, though he was much younger than me, came to be my best and closest friend. Our souls connected -- even though he was 20 years younger than me. I miss him. Vale frater et amice.