PREPARE TO BE PIED.

That was the last message he sent. As Cal rode on the train to Queens his mind was racing. He was finally going to meet someone who like him, enjoyed pies. Not just eating them for dessert, but really enjoyed them. He was nervous. Paul was someone hed never met before. Theyd chatted for hours up late at night and he knew a lot about him. Paul was tall, his eyes were blue and he had beautiful nipples. Well thats what he said. Cal had never seen his face though and hed never shown his. For all he knew, Paul was a sixteen year old girl playing a cruel prank and the only gunge awaiting Cal was a bucket of pigs blood. But he had limited experience with hooking up with anyone and was naively trusting that when someone said they had a swimmers build that they actually were swimmers instead of the Monty Burns types who claimed swimmers builds as their own.

Next stop Astoria Ditmars

This was the stop. Cal had only been in New York for over a month and this was his first trip to Queens. It was a hot July day as he stepped off onto the platform. Queens smelled better than Manhattan. He walked a few blocks to Pauls address. Dear god, what the fuck was he doing? He was meeting with a stranger, he had told no one and he had no idea if the person even existed. He rang the doorbell and waited. He heard footsteps approaching. Please let him be okay looking, please.