Worlds collide when a man working later hours than normal spots the single brightly lit room just across from the train platform.
NOTE: This story appears in Rob Rosen's best-selling collection, Short Spurts.
It was just going to be for four nights, my boss assured me. Four nights to be paid at double time. A lot of money, but also a lot of work. Still, I could always use the extra cash, so I said yes. Besides, I knew it could lead to bigger and better things. Little did I know just how much bigger and better.
The first night was a bear, but I managed to make it out of the office by eleven, happy for the work I’d done, happier still that I was heading home to my bed. What I wasn’t happy about was the prospect of the two train rides it would take to get me there. Usually, the first train deposited me on a corner along with dozens of other people. But not at that late hour. No, I’d have to wait on the platform in the middle of the road all alone and in the dark. Not a pleasant experience, especially since the trains ran much less frequently at night.
So I stood there, humming to myself, and waited. I also looked around to get my bearings. Behind me were a sidewalk and a row of houses, all with their lights off. There was one dimly lit street lamp a block away that cast an eerie glow down the street and afforded me little in the way of light. In front of me were the tracks my train would hopefully soon be arriving on, and across from that another sidewalk and another row of houses, all with their lights off as well.
All save for one.
There was a single brightly lit room just across the platform from me. And then someone in that room came into view. He was tall, easily six-feet. And dark. Latino, I surmised. And he was naked. He had short, black hair and a matching black moustache. If he was handsome, I couldn’t tell, not from that distance. But he was definitely built. A thick layer of dark hair matted his perfectly chiseled chest and stomach. It ran straight down to a dense, black bush that sat just above a hugely swaying cock. Suffice it to say, my mouth watered at the sight of him.
Too bad my train arrived right at that moment. “Damn,” I said to myself. “Talk about awful timing.” I boarded and watched through the train window as the dark stranger started getting dressed, and then I was off and on my way home.
The next night, to be on the safe side, I left ten minutes earlier from work, just in case my tall, dark, and stunning man was running on a schedule. Again, I arrived in darkness and was greeted to the light across the street, but no man this time. I waited impatiently for a few minutes, but nothing. “Where are you?” I whispered. Bravely, I stepped down from the platform and crossed the tracks. Then I inched my way closer to the window, in case he was just out of sight. Thankfully, my assumption proved correct. From my tiptoes and with just a few feet separating myself from his front lawn, I could see the very top of his feet. “He must be in bed,” I said. And I knew there was no way to see any more of him if he was lying there like that, at least from my current vantage point.