Saturday, February 17, 2018
Desperately Seeking Kevin the Vampire
A Friday. I'm living in Florida, but back in San Francisco for five days, anxious to visit my old hangouts and re-unite with my old friends:
Drake the Teddy Bear Artist.
Corbin, the Gym Rat with the Mortadella+:
Clay, who I picked up in the restroom at Macy's
Wayne the Ex-Priest.
Matt, my ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend
And especially Kevin the Vampire. When I left San Francisco, I was actually relieved to be rid of him: his smoking, his elitism, his weird paranormal powers, his exhausting bedroom calisthenics. But at least dating him was never dull.
David, the ex-Baptist minister who is trying to make up for lost time by hooking up with at least two guys every day, picks me up at the airport. On the way to his apartment on Alvarado in the Castro, he tells me that Drake, Corbin, Clay, and Wayne have all moved away or gone incognito.
I'm disappointed. Back in West Hollywood, almost everyone I knew is still there. I could walk into the French Quarter or the Fautline, and it would seem like I never left.
David shrugs. "It takes a lot to live in Gay Heaven. Not only money, but stamina, determination, passion. Most guys get burned out in a few years."
"Well, surely Kevin the Vampire is still around. I can't imagine him living anywhere else."
"Dunno. I just hung out with him because of you, so we haven't been in contact. Why don't you give him a call?"
I am embarrassed to admit that in a year of dating, I never got Kevin's phone number. He always called me, or showed up at my door.
"Well, do you know his address?" David asks. "We could do a drop-in."
"I never got his actual street address, either, but I know where his apartment is. I've been there a hundred times." I hesitate. "Only...we might not be able to find it. One of Kevin's paranormal powers was confusing visitors. If he wasn't expecting you, you would get lost."
"Desperately seeking Kevin the Vampire, a paranormal adventure!" David exclaims. "I'm in -- but only if we can hook up with some of the leads. I'm running a little low on my quota."
Saturday, March 15th
We have breakfast at Orphan Andy's, and then take the Muni out to the Richmond, where we find Kevin's apartment with no problem. It's on the third floor of a Victorian on 12th Avenue, just south of Clement.
When we knock, a cute black-haired twink answers the door, bleary-eyed, wearing only pajama bottoms. He introduces himself as Rome (or Roam) and invites us in for coffee.
"I've lived here for two years now, but I know who you're talking about. He was here when I came to look at the place. Not my type -- I like them muscular, like you guys." He puts his hand on David's knee. "But big eyes. Weird, hypnotic."
"Definitely one of his selling points," I say.
"Well, he sold me. I ended up going own on him, right in front of the landlord. And I'm never a slut! Weird, huh?" He pauses, lightly stroking David's knee. "Sorry I can't help you out. I have to go take a shower and get ready for work. So...unless you want to join me..."
I wait in the bedroom while David and Rome make out in the shower. When they emerge, I go down on Rome while David is topping him. Smooth hairless chest, average sized, cut, a lot of moaning.
That night David hosts a party in his apartment. He invites four guys, including Matt, the crazy Harvard boy who was with my ex-boyfriend Fred for ten years. Now he runs a nude housekeeping service. Matt's date is, of all people, Seth!
The ex-boyfriend of my ex-boyfriend is dating the ex-boyfriend of my ex-boyfriend!
The mind boggles.
"Kevin and I didn't really have a friendly break-up," Seth tells me. "There was yelling, and crying, and throwing things, and that was just my friends, when I told them about it. So I haven't seen him since. Sorry I can't be of any help."
Well, Seth was of some help. I got to go down on him again during a game of "Guess the Penis."
Monday, March 17th
While David is at work, I go to St. Mary's Hospital to see Marius (top photo), the Argentine German who was Kevin's boss and best friend. He's in his 40s, a hairy muscle bear with an enormous uncut Mortadella, and religious, a devout Lutheran who once planned to become a minister. I'm sure we would have dated, except that I only met him after I began dating Kevin the Vampire.
"Kevin quit a couple of years ago, and moved out of town," Marius tells me.
"Out of San Francisco altogether? That's odd."
"I know. But with rents going sky-high, he just couldn't afford to stay here on his salary any longer."
So Kevin the Vampire abandoned Gay Heaven for the most mundane of reasons, his checkbook? I am strangely disappointed.
"I have his address and telephone number back at my apartment, if you'd like to stop by later."
"Sure, that'd be great."
He smiles. "We could have dinner first, if you're free."
I check with David -- he's fine with not feeding me. So Marius and I have dinner at Thai Thai, and then go back to his apartment in the Richmond to spend the night. I go down on him, and he finishes with interfemeral while we're kissing.
Tuesday, March 18th
The telephone number that Marius gave me for Kevin doesn't work.
Wednesday, March 19th
My last night in San Francisco. I have to get up early to catch my plane, so David and I are staying in. He's busy in the kitchen, making arroz con pollo with a salad and fresh fruit, when there's a knock on the door.
"Could you get that?" David yells. "And if he's hot, invite him to stay for dinner."
Through the peephole I see -- Kevin the Vampire!
Shocked, I pull the door open. "Kevin...what...how..."
He grins. "Aren't you going to invite us in?"
"Sure, come in." Us?
He comes in, followed by a buffed guy in his 30s with a short beard, a v-shaped torso, and impressive biceps.
David appears from the kitchen, staring. "Kevin...how did you get here?"
"By BART, of course. I live in Milpitas now, in an actual house, just like Ma and Pa Kettle. This is Charlie -- quite a beautiful specimen, isn't he? And you should see his penis -- well, most likely you will, before the evening is over."
Charlie shakes hands with us, unfazed at being called a "specimen."
"How did you know I was back in town?" I ask.
"Well, Boomer, you've been calling me for five days. You must have known that, sooner or later, I would answer."
"I haven't been calling you...the phone number Marius gave me didn't work."
He laughs. "I didn't mean by telephone."
By the way, Charlie did have a very nice penis.
See also: Dick Sargent's Three Way with Pat Boone.; David and I Hook Up in the Restroom at Macy's; On My Knees in the Teaching Assistant's Office