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out into the hallway. Scott came into the room soaked and wet with a beach towel wrapped around his waist. Pearls of water trickled down his legs, and a damp trail of red hair ran from his chest down his belly toward his pubes. He was just as cute without his glasses.
    “Hey. Good morning.”
    “Thanks for the coffee.”
    He held a towel tightly around himself with one hand as he fished out a pair of boxers and some socks. What happened next caused my blood to run white hot: an end of Scott’s towel dropped, exposing his bare butt and a side view of his dick. I drank in his stark nudity before he pulled the end of the towel back around his ass. My dick twitched and filled as Scott dressed, working his legs into clean boxers, then into starched jeans. I was so busy studying him, I burned my mouth on the coffee.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Yeah. I jus’ burned my lip.”
    “How is it?”
    “Pretty good. It’s got an interestin’ taste. Where’d you get this from?”
    “A café in Chelsea called Big Cup. They have all kinds of blends.”
    “Cool. I’ll check it out.”
    “You have class tonight?” Scott asked.
    “One. You?”
    “No. But I was thinking about taking in a movie if I’m back in time. You want to join me?”
    It was the first time he’d offered to do something with me.
    “Sure. Give me a call.” I gave him my cell number. “Where you headed?”
    “Far Rockaway.”
    “Is it your mom?” I asked.
    “She called yesterday, says she has a doctor’s appointment. She’s a diabetic on dialysis, and she won’t go by herself and won’t take the train. Not since she got mugged a few years back. And she doesn’t trust taxis.”
    “What about your brotha?”
    “Can’t find him. I called the number my mom gave me, but all I get is voicemail. Wherever he is, he’d better stay there because I’m not going to have a brother when I do find him.”
    “Does he have anything t’ do with yesterday?”
    “Yeah. Juggling school and dealing with my brother’s shit on top of it is taking its toll, you know?”
    “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
    “Thanks.” He grabbed his backpack and headed toward the door.
    I spent most of the day thinking about Scott and how he was faring with his mom. I understood his plight. I had uncles with alcohol and heroin addictions and I knew how taxing that shit can be on family. Can’t help them unless they want to help themselves.
    Everyone dug my poems in class that night. High on praise, I strolled through Tompkins Square Park on my way to a bar called Spain where I drank cheap booze and ate stale chicken wings. By the time I left, I only had two bucks to my name, barely enough for a pack of Ramen noodles. I hoped money from Ma was on the way ‘cause I was getting down to saltine crackers and a can of sardines.
    After my glimpse of Scott in his birthday suit that morning, I walked around campus all day with the hard-on from hell. I detoured to the NYU tearooms; they made the food court toilets and cruising parks back home look like convents, and the men of New York were gorgeous and freaky. Unlike the trolls back home. The A-level toilet at Bobst was a smorgasbord of men, sucking and receiving. I was happier than a fly on shit that I didn’t have another class for the rest of that week. I spent it applying for jobs as movie theater ushers and copy center techs. I chose ten places a day to apply, then it was off to the tearooms, where I spent three to five hours scavenging for college boys. Figured if I couldn’t be a student there because of shit grades and blue-collar parents, I might as well cruise the bathrooms, sucking West Village dick. I ended up fucking a saucy Blatino boy in a handicapped stall, then rode the A train back to Fulton with come on my breath.
    Scott hadn’t called, and the room was pitch