True Key West Real Estate Related Stories in the Time of Covid-19

Not the Real Protagonist of My Story

DISCLAIMER: If you are offended by references to GAY MEN, Go Away Now!

I bought my house in the Casa Marina Area of Key West in 1995. It had a nice one bedroom apartment at the side which was completely separated from the main house. It had a separate gated entrance and provided total social distancing between me and whoever might live there in the future.  I loved the prospect of having someone pay a part of the cost of ownership of my house.

Shortly after I moved in the tenant I inherited moved away.  I painted the place and made it ready for someone new. Mind you, I was not a Realtor then and did not appreicate the laws of renting. 

I put an ad in the Key West Citizen, our local newspaper.  I quickly got several phone calls and showed the property to potential renters. Then I got a call from a man who asked a lot of questions about the property. He said he was an accountant and was looking for an apartment for a new employee. We set up an time for him to look at the place. The man came with his new employee - a muscular young blond boy that did not look like any accountant I ever envisioned. But the old guy looked as dufuss as any old guy could look and seemed legitimate enough.  I think the young guy said he was from Ohio or someplace like that. I required first, last, and security deposit up front. The old guy paid. End of story. Not quite.

A coupld of months later the young guy called me and asked if it would be okay for his girlfirned to stay for a short time. I asked how long and he said a couple of weeks. Your home is your home, so okay, I said.

A few weeks later I was working in the side yard near his entrance attending to palm trees when the young guy was in the yard wearing very short shorts doing what I will call muscle tricks with another stunning dark haired boy of statuesque build. They were being boys but they were men - of sorts. They were of an age to be men but looked and acted like boys.  All quite complicated. They were quite amazing. Mind you, this was 1996, long before the aesthetic muscle rage took place.

I can't recall exactly what happened next exept to report that I had a roommate who told me the accountant boy was actually a male stiripper at a gay bar on Truman Avenue - except he was not gay. My roommate said he heard the girlfieind scream out atoudn 4:00 AM or so each morning after her BF came home an took out his gay age on her.She was not being raped. She was being pleasured.

I don't recall what happened but the boy accountant and his girlfriend left. I kept the deposit. I had to clean the apartment. And I never got to see that kid perform. My roommate said he saw BF naked in yard. It was monotonous.

I later found out the "accountant" owned the strip bar.  He had to be accustomed to bad boys doing bad things. I guess girls and women love bad boys. So do gay men. Or many of them. Others look and lust and look the other way.