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The morning had been this kind of low hanging misery that is supposed to be uncommon for Sunny Southern California, and it hadn't been promising to get any better for most of the rest of the day. It went by the name of "May Gray," because of the fog rolling in during the 'transition' weather of May.
But then that's when the winds kicked in. Windy season is apparently upon us. The time when you can hear strange sounds caused by the wind; flapping windows that someone had forgotten to close, someone's slapping sheets left on the line way too long, the sound of hammers at a roofing site close by... You know? The Usual.
I live in an area of LA normally known for the less inhibited known as West Hollywood. Roving bands of giggly gays clog the streets on Friday and Saturday nights. The more Hetero inclined usually clog the streets of Downtown and Hollywood cruising for fresh meat, but not here.
I live here because it's cheap. And because I don't worry too much about the Boys of Summer (and Winter and Anyone Game Gonna Fall) and the occasional girls and couples roaming the streets cause it's tres chic to do so.
It's not unusual to see gay boys being overtly affectionate on the street, and the occasional Bad Boys humping in the shadows. But today was different.
The block I live in is crowded with apartment complexes, with a lot of back alleys and dead end entryways. It's sort of a rabbit warren of iniquity usually. I often hear groans and grunts of the homosexual sort coming from various windows, especially on the weekend nights. Today, the wind was accompanied by groans of a most heterosexual sort (I assumed), and I started becoming really curious.
This afternoon I heard a hard slapping in the wind. I figured it was some kind of normal sound, like the aforementioned sorts of windy season nonsense and so I didn't worry about it. But then I heard the occasional groan and whimper along with the furious slapping sound and curiosity overcame my normal sense of 'let it go.
'
I left my little complex and wandered around half of the block, searching out for where the sound was coming from, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere. I eventually wandered into the small back yard of one of the neighboring apartment blocks that I had often passed and paid little attention to, and seemed to hear the sounds coming from there.
Damn
, I thought,
someone is really hitting something hard
.
As I was creeping further in than I would normally go into someone else's territory, the sound increased, as if it were bouncing off the walls of half of the apartments around me. If I hadn't heard the human sounds of passion I might have figured it to be the sounds of construction it was so regular and drum beat like.
I turned the last corner, creeping ever so silently (I thought), and lo and behold, it certainly wasn't construction. Well, at least not of building sort. There in the last corner I would have looked was a decidedly heterosexual coupling that I wouldn't have guessed would be out flaunting their passion in the bold afternoon.
He obviously worked for a living, and she seemed like she was naturally built for building babies, not buildings. He was slapping away at her ample hips splayed wide, and I could see that neither one had any fabric keeping them flesh from flesh. Both of them were naked and clothes weren't to be seen anywhere. Porn star sex indeed!
I quickly disappeared around the corner, hoping that I could watch but not get caught, except that wasn't the case. On the look out for anyone drawn to their show, they both looked up as soon as I ducked around the corner. This was obviously a show waiting to happen, and they aimed to please.
When I peeked back around, both of them were staring right at me. And both of them were also breathing hard and grunting as he pounded her senseless. He smirked and she bit her lower lip while squeezing her face in ecstasy, obviously about to come.
