As a child he always had an interest in outer-space. Like all little boys he dreamt of space travel and walking on the moon. In high school he talked about dark matter and time travel through black holes…but as he grew older, by the time he had to chose a major in college, he never thought he had the intelligence, let alone the discipline, to pursue his interest.
Ironically after bouncing from job to job in his 20’s, scientific research did fall into his career path. He worked at a research organization for almost 4 years. Research of any kind requires intelligence, but all fields needs it’s lackeys. He worked as a technician: cleaning animal cages, collecting blood samples, treating basic injuries, making sure all animals were healthy, were among his main duties. It was mindless work, repetitive. Although, it was difficult caring and treating agitated animals that wanted nothing to do with people and dangerous handling hazardous materials; he felt he could do his job half asleep.
So at a young age, when most young people are still dreaming about their future, he threw away his hopes of being an astronaut and settled his fate with the gods in a monkey lab.
About the same time as when he started his job at the lab, his libido evolved into a liking for both sexes. His emotions became physically driven and his mind was linked to sex vehemently, more so than most young men his age. And like his old jobs he couldn’t keep, he went thru girlfriends like they were disposable; always in a relationship, but never making a serious commitment. This was easy for him, he was in it for the sex mainly anyway.
It was nice having a warm body to sleep next to every night too, but always being in a relationship with a woman had a second bonus: this way, society could never see his so-called indiscretions because he was always with a woman. It also kept him busy, kept his mind off exactly what he would be called a freak for indulging in.
But, his mind constantly re-ran that image of him, alone with that man in the kitchen. Like skilled fingers running over piano keys, he could replay every touch and causal sensation. And every time he replayed it, he wanted to feel those sensations, that same exhilaration of that spring day.
Until his immoral thirst could be slaked, he would have to be content mucking after monkeys and secretly dreaming of space, repressing his urges.
