Indisposed

It was while he was looking around in the castle, being nearly the only one doing so that afternoon, that Gavin saw the young man he later would call Erol. The first sighting was from the ramparts of the castle across the large training ground to the top of the fortress’ seawall. The young Turkish Cypriot was only seen from a distance, but even at a remove Gavin was struck by the man’s athletic build and his ability to scramble over the stone ruins. He was dark—in both complexion and hair coloring—and, even from here, Gavin could see that he had a ready and dazzling smile. He was strongly built without being noticeably tall. Gavin enjoyed watching the young man—he evidently was at least fifteen years younger than Gavin was—moving around. And Gavin wondered what he was doing in the castle alone. In his observation of Turkish men when he had visited the Turkish mainland, they liked to move in groups. He’d found that they liked to fuck in groups too, which he had enjoyed.

Without giving the young man much more thought—he was too far away for Gavin to do more than develop a sensation of hardening, which he did for quite a few young men—Gavin left the castle and stopped for lunch at the outdoor section of one of the many restaurants that had set tables out directly at the edge of the stone walkway between the buildings arcing around the inner harbor and the water, where an assortment of working and pleasure boats were tied up.