Luigi paused the DVD. He shifted
sideways on the sofa to look directly at Cody. “When I first met Richard, my lover—my husband,
really—he wanted me to fuck him because he couldn’t get it up. He was quite elderly. And he offered to pay. Which means that I was once a whore, Lou. He wanted me to be a regular, and in the end
we became a couple. I don’t think I was
ever ‘in love’ with him. But I did love
him. A lot, as it happens. He was my friend, my lover, someone who was
consistently kind and generous with me.
He never asked if I was tricking with other men. And in the end I stopped. In the beginning I did. I felt I needed the sex, the excitement of
the chase. You know how it goes. Will
he, won’t he? Is he, isn’t he? Someone
new. Someone exciting. But, in the end with Richard, yeah, the sex
wasn’t stunning. But we were happy. It was so nice to be loved for myself, and it
was …. beaut … to love him back. After
he died, I went cruising again, and the sex was hot but it wasn’t enough. There was a missing ingredient. And that was mattering to someone. Having
someone to cuddle. I matter to Jace and Keith. And I matter to you. And I need that.”
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