Alex Miller's Vault: Tom Discovers Wrestling

THURSDAY. NEXT DOOR @ ALEX'S APARTMENT.

Me. (Tom)

“You’ve got the right idea, Alex. Dating guys. You’re so lucky you’re gay.”

Alex firmly replies, “Just stop, Tom. No gay guy needs to hear a straight guy telling him how lucky he is or how much easier he has it because he’s gay.” I open my mouth but stops me, “In any context. Not these days. You say it way too much. Okay?”

I nod. I do say that to him a lot. Break ups. Dry spells. Dating. In a relationship. So, yeah, all the time. I didn’t know it bugged him. Maybe it didn’t, maybe it’s just my timing. Or maybe it’s because Alex is the most chill guy I’ve ever met. I’ve never heard him yell at anyone or about anything in the three years we’ve been neighbors. And I would hear it. He’s certainly heard me yelling and being yelled at. I can be a volatile guy.

We share a non-brick wall between our lofts that isn’t very soundproof. I’m 28 and he’s 32. We’re both busy. He’s heard me with a lot of chicks. One day, we were shooting the shit. He joked about it. I admitted that I’ve heard him with guys, too. His fucks sound very physical. A lot of grunting. And there’s even what sounds like dirty talk. I can’t make out the words, but it’s the tone. It’s kind of hot. I bet he can say stuff to his guys that would get me slapped or sued.

Alex Miller's Vault: Kick Kid Gets Tickled

 

TORONTO. MY APARTMENT. 

“Hey, sexy stud. You look hot, hero. Love the bare legs. Woof.”

I smiled at the message. I appreciated the compliment, even though my outfit wasn’t that great. It was black spandex consisting of a t-shirt, squarecuts, ankle socks, short gloves, cheap eye mask, and a canvas black belt with pouches I bought online. Strictly amateur hour, but it worked for Kick Kid, a street-level hero, who only existed in one profile picture. Yes, I looked nothing like a kid, but I liked the name.

Alex aka Kick Kid

Alex Miller's Vault: Flag vs. Flag

The Challenge

The first pair of non-solid trunks I bought was patterned off the Canadian flag. I’d like to say my motivation was national pride or maybe having a piece of home while I lived in the USA, but that wasn’t really it. No, my inspiration to cover my crotch in my home country's flag was the super-hot Canadian heels Petey Williams and Bobby Roode dominating TNA at the time. I wore my new trunks proudly with white boots, knee pads, and a white, lace-up mask with a red maple leaf that framed the eye and mouth holes.