“Hey Patti, can you bring me my tie? It’s hanging on the back of the closet door,” I yelled to my girlfriend as I combed my hair in front of the bathroom mirror.
It was the night of my senior banquet, just a few weeks before my college commencement. As usual we were running late. Patti had decided that she wanted to dress at my apartment instead of her dorm room. That would have been fine except my little garage apartment only had one tiny bathroom. Patti had taken forever. God forbid we be in the bathroom at the same time. So here I was rushing to get ready and get to the banquet on time.
When my hair met my approval, I grabbed my bottle of Aramis cologne. I was just about to splash some on when I heard a loud crash. It was quickly followed by the loud, anger-ridden voice of Patti screeching out my name. Not just my first name either but my whole name just like my mother shouted when I was in trouble.
The fight that ensued next resulted in me alone in my car, making the forty-five minute drive to my senior banquet.
I had known Patti for a year. I met her a few weeks after she first arrived on campus. She was a new student and needed help finding a book in the library. I was instantly taken with her charm and beauty. As a junior and old pro, I felt it my duty to help the charming freshman out.
Patti was absolutely gorgeous. I was especially enamored with her long, flowing chestnut brown hair. She was 5 feet 4 inches and weighed about 105 pounds with an angelic face and beautiful green eyes. She ticked off so many of the boxes of what I found sexy.
We instantly became friends and began to date. I rapidly discovered she was quite shy and very naïve. She was raised by overly strict parents, and led a very sheltered existence up to that point in her life. I got the impression that I was her first serious boyfriend. I found out later, I was right.
She was a virgin, and she had every intention of staying that way until she was married. There was no room for bargaining or debating the issue. I still tried sometimes or got carried away in the heat of the moment but I also knew not to push the issue.
In spite of everything, I couldn’t stay away from Patti. I think at first I took her virginity as a challenge, but after awhile it was more than that. She had such an engaging personality. She was not just beautiful, but a caring person who I loved to spend time with. Yes, I fell madly in love with her.
After Christmas break my senior year, we decided to become exclusive. That meant for the four months before this night, Mr. Happy’s only action had been regular dates with Rosie Palmer and her five sisters. Although those dates were pleasurable, he wasn’t Mr. Happy anymore; he was more like Mr. Frustrated. The fight tonight was even threatening to put an end to what little fun he was having.
The loud crash I heard was my spank bank hitting the floor, leading to Patti’s discovery of a part of me I had kept hidden from her up to that point.
Somehow the box where I hid my stash of porn magazines and a few toys I used when I beat my meat fell off the top shelf when Patti opened the closet door. I had the box out that morning, and I guess I didn’t get it back on the shelf securely.
I rushed into the room; Patti had a look of horror on her face like nothing I had ever seen before. At her feet was an array of porn magazines of mixed varieties and on the top of her naked foot was my favorite dildo. She went ballistic. I tried my best to calm her down, and get all the stuff put away. I figured out of sight would work toward out of mind. That was my hope anyway.
She demanded to know what kind of pervert I was. What in the world did I need that kind of stuff for, she shrieked at me with disgust.
I tried to reason with her; to tell her that since we weren’t having sex that my only relief was jacking off. I was sure she would understand. I had assumed she at least masturbated. Boy was I wrong.
Patti and I had never discussed masturbation. She couldn’t believe that I could do something so vile and unchaste. That I would even think that she did made her really angry with me.
Her final words to me as she walked out the door were, “Mike, I have to rethink everything. I can’t be seen with you tonight. In fact I don’t know if I ever can. I knew that you weren’t a virgin, but I just had no idea. Honestly if you think all of this is okay then I just don’t know if you are the man for me.”
She ran out the door, tears streaming from her eyes.
I wanted to run after her, but at the same time I was angry. Some of the names she called me really cut to the bone. I was so confused. I sat on the corner of my bed. I cried and my anger brewed.
I finally picked up the phone and called my best friend, my tennis coach, Patrick Johnson. He convinced me to give Patti some time and to go on to the banquet. Coach had never really liked Patti, but he knew I loved her and said that was all that mattered. He had been supportive for the most part except for the sex thing. He told me when I got to the banquet to find someone to fuck out all my anger and frustration with, and then I could talk to Patti the next day with a clearer head.
I decided to take his advice. Well except for the find someone to fuck part. I didn’t figure that would help me get back in Patti’s good graces. That is if I even wanted to be back in her good graces. I was so unsure at that point.
I finally arrived at the hotel where our banquet was being held; almost forty-five minutes late. It was one of the nicer hotels and banquet halls in the area, and the college had used the location often through the years. It was a nice setup as you could get drunk and get laid in the same location without having to endanger others being on the road driving.
I drove up to the valet service area, and told them I was there for the banquet. The attendant wanted to know if I had any luggage. I told him that I wasn’t going to be staying the night. He directed me to the banquet area on the 7th floor.
When I got upstairs and walked into the banquet hall, except for a few people on the dance floor, everyone had already sat down to eat. I looked around the dimly-lit room and found my friends. I walked over to join them; I dreaded all the questions about where Patti was. Funny I hadn’t even thought about that at all during the drive. On the spur of the moment I just decided to tell them she was sick.
At the table, I said my hellos and gave them the makeshift excuse as to Patti’s absence. I don’t think they bought it. I’m sure my piss-poor mood and attitude didn’t lend much credence to my story. The waiter came over to the table and took my order. I chose something that would be quick since my friends were already halfway through their meals. I also asked for a rum and coke.
Despite my friends’ attempts to include me in the conversation and to find out what was wrong with me, I just wasn’t in the mood to be sociable or to talk about it. I sat quietly, picking at my food and nursing my drink.
They all finished their meals, and headed on to the dance floor. Connie, a girl that I had briefly dated my freshman year, came by to ask me to dance, but I begged off saying I was going to go out to the balcony to have a smoke. She offered to accompany me, but I told her I just wanted to be alone for a moment. I promised to look her up for a dance when I got back.
I walked onto the balcony and was glad to see that it was deserted. I moved over to the ledge and sat my drink down. I took a cigarette from the inside of my jacket. Damn, I thought, as I realized it was my last one. I lit it, and leaned over, resting my elbows on the ledge. I stood there looking down at the traffic on the street below, listening to the sounds of the city and the music from the room behind me. Images and sounds from the fight with Patti played around in my head. I heard all the names and all the hurtful things she said over and over in my head. They echoed there, getting louder and more vivid. I got angry again.
I also recalled what Coach had said about finding someone to fuck out all that anger with. I grabbed my glass of rum and coke and downed the last of it. I took a final puff off my cigarette and tossed it on the balcony floor. I used my foot to grind it into the concrete, making sure it was puffed out.
As I did this, I muttered under my breath, “Fuck you Patti and the fucking horse you rode in on. So I’m a pervert huh. Just you wait. I’ll show you how much of a pervert I truly am.”
I walked back into the banquet room, sat my empty glass down on a busboy’s cart, and scanned the room to find Connie. She hadn’t been the greatest lay, but at least she was willing. That was more than I could say for Patti. For my desires at that moment, a willing body was all I needed. I finally located her on the dance floor. Shit, she was now busy with someone else.
I gazed around the room to see if any of the other girls looked free. No one immediately appealed to me so I headed over to the bar.
There were no stools so I stood with my hands on the bar, tapped on it and told the bartender I wanted another rum and coke.
“Are you okay, Mike?” I heard to the side of me. The voice was almost hoarse laced with a low-toned, guttural growl. It was one I did not immediately recognize.
I turned to my side and gazed upon one of the most ruggedly handsome men I had ever seen. He looked to be in his mid-forties, about six three or four with a conservative haircut. His hair was auburn brown but the hair at his temples had started to lighten. It had not turned silver, but definitely lighter than the rest. The skin of his face had a nice hue to it, almost a light honey.
His face was very commanding with a slightly weathered look, but not in a bad way at all. He had a firm jawline with thin, sensuous lips. His most remarkable features, however, were his manly smile and his perfect, pearly white teeth. They were framed by a well-tended mustache and beard.
His eyes were sapphire blue with specks of gold that seemed to dance within them. My heart almost skipped a beat when I looked into them.
His eyes and smile were so engaging you could get lost in them for days. Even in that brief moment, they made me feel very comfortable and relaxed.
I did a quick scan of his body. He had a large, manly form. He looked so dapper in a navy blue pinstriped suit, white shirt, and silk tie; the formal suit had been excellently cut to emphasize his height and stature. With his features and appearance, he presented himself with an air of power, strength and confidence.
I leaned against the bar, staring at him for what seemed like a long time, but probably only a minute or so. I was trying to figure out if I knew him and wondering why I hadn’t noticed him there. He did seem a little familiar like maybe I had seen him before, but I couldn’t figure out where. I suddenly recalled that he called me by name. He evidently knew who I was. Why couldn’t I remember him? I was stumped. I had no idea who he was.
A loud voice aroused from my brief stupor. It wasn’t his voice though. It was the voice of the bartender trying to hand me my drink.
“Sir,” he asked loudly several times before I looked at him. “Did you need something else?”
“Oh…sorry….” I slowly choked out still staring at the handsome stranger beside me, but before I could say anything else he interrupted me.
“That will be all bartender,” he suavely spoke, tossing down some money to cover the cost. He turned back to face me again. “So Mike you didn’t answer me. Are you okay?”
“Sorry,” I said flustered and embarrassed that I didn’t know this man who apparently knew me, “but do I know you?”
“Probably not, but I have watched you dominate on the tennis courts fairly often over the last four years. I’m Edwin Kirby, Jackson’s dad.”
Suddenly the light went off in my head. Jackson was one of my teammates on the tennis team. We started the same year and the last two years had been ranked number one and number two, often swapping rank. His dad had often attended our matches. I apologized for not recognizing him, trying to assure him how bad I felt about it.
“Don’t worry about it young man,” he said, pausing to take a drink. “After all when I was around you were occupied on the court. Plus why would you remember an old man like me.”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short man. I hope I look half as good as you when I reach your age,” I said eyeing him as I sipped from my glass. “Hell, I just hope I get to be your age someday. Sometimes I wonder.”
We both laughed.
“Mike you still have not answered my question. Are you okay? You seemed upset on the balcony earlier.”
“You saw me?” I asked bewildered. I thought I was alone out there.
“Well, yes,” he said with a touch of embarrassment in his voice. “I did not mean to spy on you, but I was sitting just inside the banquet room. I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed angry or upset about something.”
“It was nothing really,” I said turning my drink up to finish it off. “I was just remembering a fight I had with my girlfriend earlier tonight. We both said some things we shouldn’t have.”
“Why don’t you let me buy you another drink, and we’ll go back out to the balcony and talk about it.”
“Mr. Kirby…” I got out before he cut me short.
“Mr. Kirby was my father. Call me Edwin,” he said with a wink and sly smile.
“Okay, Edwin, I’ll take you up on the drink, but I think we can find something more pleasant to talk about,” returning his smile.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” he said turning toward the bartender. “Two more barkeep,” and tossed more money onto the bar.
We grabbed our drinks and made our way through the crowd to the balcony, happy to find it still deserted. He motioned toward a small bistro-style table in the corner. We both took a seat.
He reached into the inside pocket of his blazer and removed a pack of cigarettes.
“I know it’s a terrible habit. I should quit, but just not enough discipline I guess,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
“I agree it is a filthy habit but I can’t seem to quit either. I would join you but I smoked my last one earlier.”
“Would you like one?”
I told him yes. He surprised me when instead of handing me a cigarette he took two from the pack, placed them in his mouth and lit both cigarettes. He removed one and handed it to me. I had never seen anyone in real life do that, only in the movie, Now, Voyager
, when Claude Rains did the same thing for Bette Davis.
I sat back in my chair, impressed with my new friend.
“Are you ready for the big match next week? I hear you are the school’s best chance at finishing at number one.”
“Thanks for that, but I think you are giving me more credit than I deserve. Jackson has been doing much better than me lately.”
“Yes, my son has had a great season, but he can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble lately. He’s letting his head downstairs do too much of his thinking these days.”
I grinned. “Oh, you’re referring to the frat party and the two girls.”
“Yes, I am,” he paused to drink. “Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem with a young man sowing his wild oats. Hell, I did my share in my day too, but, my son has put his whole college degree at jeopardy for a piece of tail. I’ve always been able to get him out of his antics before, but not sure I can this time.”
“Sorry to hear that. Jackson is a good guy, and the team really needs him now.”
“I was hoping to talk to him tonight, but he has been busy on the dance floor since I got here. I was about to leave when I saw you.”
“I’m glad you introduced yourself. It’s been nice meeting and talking to you.”
“Thanks Mike. It has been a pleasure on my part too.”
“Thank you Edwin. Does Jackson know you are here?”
“I don’t think so. Well he knows I am in town. I have been in Arkansas on business for the last week, and decided to stop and talk to the dean to see what I could work out. I decided to come by here on the spur of the moment. Jackson hasn’t been willing to talk much, but I thought here he couldn’t avoid me. So I threw the suit on. I guess I was wrong.”
“Who knows, maybe you will get to talk before the night is over.”
“Fuck it. Let him have his fun tonight. Besides I’m having a better time sitting here talking to you,” he said winking at me again and letting his knee gently brush against mine.
I suddenly wasn’t so sure where this conversation or our meeting was going. I was enjoying it. So I figured to hell with it. I also thought maybe I wouldn’t need Connie after all. At that moment a fuck was a fuck.
“Thanks again sir. I’m enjoying it too,” I said with a flirtatious smile.
“Good Mike, hopefully we can help each other forget our problems.”
I held up my glass. “Here’s to forgetting our problems.”
He raised his. “Here, here,” and we both took a drink.
“Did Jackson get his talent for the game from his Dad? I think I heard you played for the school too?”
“No Jackson is far better at the game than I ever was. I tend to get a little too aggressive when I play. It always got me in trouble; in fact, it still does sometimes.”
I wasn’t confident we both had the same game in mind. Maybe a little innuendo tossed in might help.
“That’s interesting. Personally I like aggressive men…” I said pausing with a slight smirk while pressing my knee against his. “…players, I mean.”
Instead of backing away from the pressure, he pressed back. “That’s good to know Mike. Who knows maybe we will get to play sometime,” he said with a slight seductive tone and a raised eyebrow.
“I think that would be a pleasurable experience sir…for both of us.”
There was a brief moment of silence. Thankfully he put an end to that.
“Jackson tells me that you have been having some trouble with your serve lately.”
“Yes sir, I’m sad to say. I really have got to work on it before next week.”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“Sadly sir I don’t know. My ace is gone. Just can’t seem to find that sweet spot. You know; that old story of just having trouble getting in. Did you ever have that trouble Edwin?”
He smiled, quickly picking up on my double entendre. He leaned in close. “I can’t say that I have Mike. Luckily so far I have always managed to slip it in. Personally I prefer to sneak it in. Hit the perfect spot without them even realizing it is there until it is too late.”
It was rapidly getting heated on that balcony. There was a new air of sexual tension in the air.
“I’ll have to remember that sir,” I croaked out, flushed thinking about what he had just said.
“I did hear about a golfer who always got his wife to kiss his balls for luck before each game. Maybe you could try that.”
“I have never heard that one, but I’m willing to try anything. Sadly I don’t have a wife. Not even sure I have a girlfriend anymore.”
“Someone as good looking as you should have no trouble finding someone to kiss your balls. Hell I might even apply for the job myself,” he playfully offered while staring directly into my eyes.
“Now that would be an interesting job interview,” I shot back squirming a little in my seat. His suggestion caused a serious tingle in my recently neglected gonads.
Suddenly, he excused himself to find a bathroom. When he stood I couldn’t help but notice that his bulge seemed more pronounced than before.
When he returned, he brought with him fresh drinks for both of us. Our conversation turned away from tennis to various subjects. The exchange flowed like electricity between us. It was overtly flirty, often filled with double entendres and sexual innuendo.
We sat with our legs spread and backs cocked, positioned toward one another. As we talked the eye contact was furious. I raked my eyes over his form every chance I got. At first I tried to be sly with it, but after awhile I didn’t care if he saw me or not. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just feeling cocky. Whatever it was, it was contagious. He was doing his own share of looking.
We talked about my plans after graduation, and his job. I was impressed to learn he was quite successful and rather prominent where he lived; despite that he was very down to earth.
Several times, I noticed his thumb and forefinger twist the gold wedding band on his finger. I asked him about his wife and if he had other children besides Jackson. He surprised me by taking out his wallet and showing me pictures of them. His wife was beautiful and all of his children were very attractive. He told me that his wife was a former beauty queen and the kids all got their good looks from her.
I smiled at him, my eyes beginning to fill with desire for him. “I wouldn’t say that Edwin.”
He gazed at me. “You wouldn’t?” he asked.
“Do you not realize how handsome you are?”
“I know I’m not ugly, but I also know I’m no Brad Pitt either.”
“Fuck Brad Pitt, who needs him. Believe me, Edwin, you’re fucking handsome. And you have a great body. You’re successful. I bet you have tons of women throwing themselves at you. My guess is your wife worries every time you go away on business that you’re bedding some young beauty every night.”
“You think so huh?”
I started to speak, but couldn’t for a moment. My heart fluttered as he started to rub his foot against mine under the table. Goose bumps covered my flesh all over. My dick came alive and began to fill with blood.
“I definitely do,” I stared at him hard. “I bet many women wish they could spend some time in your bed. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised that it is not only women that wish they had that privilege.”
I was feeling surprisingly brazen. I kicked off my shoe and let my sock-covered foot slide along the length of his ankle and under the leg of his suit pants.
His breath caught in his throat; he sighed. “You wouldn’t would you?” he managed to get out.
I scooted forward in my chair, and leaned in toward him. “No I wouldn’t sir. Forgive me for being forward, but would that bother you if a guy had those thoughts about you.”
He looked around to make sure we were still alone. He leaned in and placed his lips against my ear. I shuddered when I felt his face brush against mine. My cock escaped the leg band of my briefs and snaked its way down the right side of my trousers. I grunted when I felt his hot, moist breath on my ear as he whispered.
“Why don’t we get out of here, maybe be alone? I’ve got a room across town. I’m feeling pretty selfish right now. I would rather answer your question when I can give you my answer with both words and actions. I can’t do that here.”
I put my mouth next to his ear and softly spoke. “Remember I told you I liked aggressive men.”
He nodded in the affirmative.
“I also like selfish men. I especially like selfish men who know how to take what they want, even those who do it without asking.”
“Fuck, Mike, are you trying to make me your biggest fan or something?”
“Well the position currently is vacant. I would gladly allow you to audition for the part.”
Our playful banter sadly came to an end when a small group entered the balcony. Edwin jumped back quickly when he heard them. We didn’t want to be too obvious, so we hung around a few minutes, and finished our drinks. We tried to make small talk, but the sexual tension between us was too strong by then. It was almost impossible for us not to give in.
Finally he looked at me and said let’s get out of here. We composed ourselves and walked to the elevator.
Luckily when the elevator door opened it was empty. As soon as the doors closed, he grabbed me and kissed me roughly. It had been so long since I had been laid, my body went wild. I writhed against him. My hands went to his back, down to his behind, and pulled him against me. He did the same, cupping both of my well-rounded buttocks in his strong hands. He squeezed them, kneaded them and explored them as our mouths devoured each other.
Damn did he know how to kiss, and what he was doing to my ass with those magical hands was driving me to the brink of insanity. My meat stick trapped inside my slacks was drooling big time.
Luckily one of us kept a cool head enough to know what we were doing was a little dangerous. He pulled away, only seconds before the elevator door opened to the first floor lobby. Both of us were sporting full blown erections in our pants. Thankfully no one in the lobby seemed to notice as we walked to the valet area.
Edwin told me to ride with him and he would bring me back to get my car later. I agreed.
When we got into his car, and he pulled on to the street, I reached over and ran my hand up his thigh toward his crotch. Before I could reach my intended target, he surprised me by grabbing my hand.
Startled, I drew my hand away and said I was sorry. I apologized if I went too far.
“No Mike, it’s not that. Back in the elevator, I was just about to shoot my wad in my pants. I can’t take much more right now, and there’s something I want to share with you before that happens.”
I felt better and sat back to enjoy the ride. I still thought we were going to his motel room. I was shocked when he pulled into the parking lot of Woody’s Tavern, the areas only gay bar. At least the only one I knew of. I had never been inside it, but had heard about it the whole time I had been at school. In fact even at twenty-one years of age and actively bisexual, I had never been inside a gay bar. I had wanted to, but the courage had never been there.
Edwin parked and looked over at me. “I hope you don’t mind. I like to come here sometimes when I am in the area. I thought we might get another drink before going to my room. I heard the new band is supposed to be good.”
I wanted to tell him I had never been there, but couldn’t bring myself to say it. I told him it was okay, opened my door, and stood beside the car. To say I stood there is an understatement. I was on my feet but I wasn’t still. I was very fidgety, and looked around nervously.
Most would think it was the fear of being seen making me nervous, but that had little to do with it. At that moment my body was flooded with a myriad of emotions, all merged together. There was the excitement of being there, the fear of the unknown, the thrill of doing something new, and the anticipation that I felt of being with Edwin, just to name a few.
Edwin finally emerged from the car, and stood on the driver’s side. I watched as he loosened his tie, pulled it from his neck and tossed it on the back seat.
“Why don’t you get a little more comfortable Mike? We’re a little overdressed,” he said as he took his jacket off and lay it on the back seat. It was followed by his shirt, leaving him in just a white tee shirt and his trousers.
I followed his lead. When done, we walked up to the door. The consummate gentleman, Edwin held the door open for me. I cautiously walked into the room. It was dimly lit, not dark but very foggy. A thick blue haze of cigarette smoke permeated the air.
The first thing that struck me was the loudness of the country music coming from the band playing in the corner. They were good and had a great sound, but the sound was much too big for the size of the room. Besides the music, there were loud conversations going on everywhere. You could hardly hear yourself think much less talk.
The second thing I noticed was that there was nothing but men in the room. There wasn’t a woman in sight. Other than the men’s locker room I had never been in any public place that was only filled with men.
They were on the dance floor either line dancing as a group or paired off in smaller groups or couples. They were scattered throughout the room, interacting in various ways.
The other thing that was immediately noticeable was the smell. It was the smell of sweat, musk, and testosterone laced with lust. It was a ripe aroma and it saturated the room.
Several men in our area took an interest in the fresh meat that had entered the playing field. They gave us both the once over, scanning our bodies, and undressing us with their hungry eyes. As if he was sending a signal, Edwin put his hand on my lower back and guided me toward the bar. He was letting every other guy there know that we were together for the night.
We trekked across the crowded room, winding our way through the maze of men dancing or talking. Every hair on my body was standing and all my nerve endings were on edge. My heart was racing and pounded with excitement. My cock had softened in the car. It filled with blood, swelled and lengthened to full erection with a series of pulsating jerks. I was almost afraid of what was going to happen next. It felt as if just one more touch could trigger a massive explosion inside my briefs. I needed a drink and I needed one bad.
We made our way to the bar. There were no stools open, so we stood at an open area at the end of the bar.
“What’ll it be handsome?” the bartender asked with a pronounced southern drawl and a wide-toothed smile. He completely ignored me, clearly interested in Edwin.
I wasn’t jealous but I sure didn’t like to be ignored. I put my hand on Edwin’s shoulder. “That will be two beers please,” I said. Edwin just looked down at me and grinned, clearly enjoying this. The bartender gave me a dirty look and just stood there. “And we would like them tonight please.”
He huffed and walked off.
I turned around, leaned backwards against the bar, and listened to the band.
The scene playing out before me only added to the sexual arousal I was feeling. Connections were being made all throughout the room; some of them were shamelessly intimate. Various men continued to come in and out of mine and Edwin’s orbit. I could feel their eyes on my body. Some of them looked as if they already knew what I looked like naked. They were so blatant, so bold about it. I had never experienced that before. My first thought was that I should probably be embarrassed by it, but I wasn’t. In fact I found it very titillating. My entire body was now tingling.
Edwin finished paying for our beers, turned and handed me mine. I looked up into his eyes. Just as before, when I first met him, those wonderful blue eyes relaxed me. I swiftly felt as if there was no one else in the room but me and him.
Since we came in the door we had not said one word to each other. Even as he handed me my beer and we just stared at one another; we still didn’t speak. The look that passed between us was one of pure, unadulterated lust. As loud as it was in the room, I could hear my heart beating, and I swear I could hear his too.
I took my beer from him, and we both leaned against the bar. After a few moments, he moved closer and put his arm around my shoulders. It wasn’t long before his arm drifted down and he squeezed my butt cheeks.
A table near the other end of the bar emptied. He broke the weird silence between us, and pointed toward the table. “Mike, let’s sit down and talk a minute.” He turned toward the bartender and told him to bring us two more beers.
We sat down as a waiter arrived with our drinks. Edwin scooted his chair very close to mine so that we could talk a little more comfortably.
“Have you figured out by now the answer to your question from before?”
“Which question was that sir?”
“The one about how I would feel about a guy wanting to spend time in my bed. Have you figured out the answer to that question yet? If not, the answer is I definitely have no problem with it.”
“Yeah, not sure what it was, but I got it. It was either your tongue down my throat in the elevator, your hand on my ass, or when you pulled into the parking lot here,” I said laughing.
“And I was afraid I was being too subtle,” he said with a wink and letting his fingers brush my right thigh. A ragged sigh escaped my lips.
“Have you had many men in your bed Edwin?”
“I’ve had my share Mike. It’s not something I do that often, but it is a nice change of pace from time to time. I like sex Mike. I like to fuck. My wife doesn’t anymore. All I ask for is a partner who loves to fuck as much as I do. I don’t care if it is man or woman, as long as they are willing.”
Under the table, his fingers did a faint dance on my thigh as he spoke.
“There is nothing wrong with that.”
He let his hand grip my knee. I sucked in my breath as I felt it move up my thigh. Finally his fingers brushed against the lump in my slacks. My dick flexed and I felt a stream of pre-cum ooze on to my leg. He whispered in my ear. “Mike…is that you? Are you willing?”
His hot breath on my ear and his finger on my stiffy made my body quake.
I swallowed hard, gazed at him and stammered out. “Yes, I’m willing. But I think you knew that already. I want to ask you something else, if I can.”
“It’s seven inches, thick and cut. Not more than the boy can take, I hope,” he said with a sly grin, letting his finger teasingly trace the outline of my hard-on as it throbbed and pressed against its cloth encasement, trying to bust out of my pants. I moaned softly. “And yes I am just as hairy all over as I am on my face.”
I chuckled. “Well all that is nice to know but that is not what I was going to ask.”
“Mike, we’re both adults here. You don’t have to be shy or coy with me. Ask me anything you want, and I hope I can do the same with you,” he spoke emphatically, now grabbing and stroking my cock through my trousers. I gasped and looked at him wide-eyed.
I licked my lips. “Yes you can. What I wanted to know is this. Why did you introduce yourself to me tonight? Did you plan it or was it by accident?”
He withdrew his hand from my dick and drank from his beer. He cleared his throat.
“Mike, I don’t beat around the bush. I could lie to you, but I won’t. I have wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you on the tennis court four years ago. I have just waited for the right opportunity to make it happen. Before you ask how I knew you would be willing, I didn’t. I had no idea, but usually when I want something I go for it. If I get shot down, I get shot down. When I saw you tonight, it was as if this was meant to happen. So I went for it. And here we are.”
I just nodded my head and sipped my beer as I listened to him.
“I need you to understand something first Mike. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you bad, but I need you to know that is all it will be. I won’t call you afterward. We’re not going to be boyfriends. There probably won’t even be a repeat performance. I’m like a kid Mike. I set my sights on what I want, but most times when I get it and play with it awhile, I’m done. I love the thrill of the chase. The thrill of knowing I can have what I want. It’s nothing against the person. It’s just who I am. Can you deal with that?”
It was all said in a tone of confidence mixed with a slight bit of arrogance. Part of me wanted to take my beer and throw it in his face. Part of me respected his honesty. The rest of me was just turned on.
I wanted this man and I didn’t care. After all at least he wanted me in that carnal way. I hadn’t felt wanted in that way in so long. I would have probably agreed to anything at that moment. I took a big gulp of my beer. I sat my bottle on the table, leaned in right in front of his face.
“I have no problem with that at all.”
“Good Mike. I am very glad to hear that.”
I leaned back some. “So where do we go from here? Back to your room?”
“All in due time Mike. Why don’t we start with a dance? You game?”
“I’ve never done that before...with a guy I mean. In fact I have never even been in a gay bar before.”
“I had a feeling that was the case. I am glad I get to share this with you.”
“I’m no stranger to man on man. I enjoy it very much, but never got the courage to do a gay bar. I’ve wanted to. So this has added to the excitement of the night. I am really glad you brought me here.”
“I am too. So what about the dance?”
I said sure.
He stood up and extended his hand. I reached down and adjusted the twig and berries. I put my hand in his and he led me to the dance floor, just as the band slowed things down a bit with a cover version of the Dixie Chicks hit, Cowboy Take Me Away
. Edwin pulled me into his arms, and held me close.
I would love to say it was magical, but at first it wasn’t. I have never been the best dancer anyway. Add to that it was my first time to ever dance with a man. I felt like every eye in the room was on us. I just couldn’t relax and enjoy it.
Edwin seemed to know. And he seemed to know how to fix it. He put his mouth against my ear and told me to only look at him and forget everyone else. He took my arms and placed them up around his neck. He fixed his lust-filled eyes on mine. I once again looked into them. For another time that night I lost myself in those sapphire-blue eyes. I felt his hand travel down my back. He gripped my ass and pulled me tightly against him.
We kissed, and began to thrash against one another in a way that would get us arrested for obscene behavior in any other place. But there it was acceptable. In fact it seemed to be expected. Edwin ground himself against me. We tightened our grip around each other. I began to think I was going to cum right there on the dance floor. I came to conclude that Edwin was feeling the same way. His mouth was right against my ear. I could hear his breath become ragged and he growled into my ear.
He began to lick at my ear, teasing it with his tongue. He clutched my butt, pressed our bodies tightly together, and ground our crotches together hard and fast. It got so hot in there. I felt like my whole body was on fire.
He put his wet lips on my ear again, and panted out softly, “Does that feel good Mike?”
I tried to speak, but I couldn’t get anything out. My mouth was too dry. I nodded my head yes.
“Are you ready for more?”
I finally managed to choke out a yes.
“Are you game for anything?”
“I….think…so,” I stuttered out.
“I want to take you in the back room and fuck your brains out,” he said, his voice filled with lust.
I froze. I didn’t know if I heard him right. I glanced upwards. “Wh…..what?”
He repeated what he said, more assertively this time.
I gave him an apprehensive look. “Really?”
We stood still, staring at one another as couples continued to dance around us. Edwin finally took my hand and pulled me off to the side.
“Mike, you remember you told me back at the hotel that you liked men who knew what they wanted.”
“Yes,” I answered.
“You also said that you liked men who took what they wanted without asking.”
“Yes,” I admitted reluctantly.
“Mike, I will not take what I want without asking. If you go with me, you will go willingly or we won’t go. This is what I do, Mike. This is what I want. I live a respectable life back home. I put up a front. I can’t let my hair down and be myself. It is just not acceptable. I love my wife, but I got tired a long time ago of begging for sex and only getting it a few times a year. So when I am out of town and I am in the mood, I go to gay bars, pick up young men and I fuck them in the backroom. It is my vice. It is my weakness. Mike, look around, I can find someone else to go back there with, but that is not what I want. I want you.”
Everything abruptly got muddled. I was torn between running out of that bar and never looking back or dropping to my knees and sucking his cock right there. This man was driving me crazy. Some things he said and did, I hated. Other things he did and said pushed every button in my body. I so loved that he knew what he wanted. I stood there silent, thinking, and trying to decide what I wanted. I had always heard about the backroom, and was always fascinated by it. I had even wondered what it would be like. I just didn’t know if I could do it.
“Do you want to at least see it? We can just go back there and you can see what it is like? I promise, if you don’t like it and can’t go through with it, I’ll take you back to your car and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
I looked at him through dazed eyes. Feelings of lust and submission overwhelmed me. My breathing grew erratic. My heart pounded in my chest. My dick throbbed. It felt as if it was about to burst through my suit pants. I didn’t know what kind of powers Edwin had. All I knew was I wanted him and I was willing to do whatever he wanted. I took a deep cleansing breath and succumbed to my most primal desires. I hesitantly shook my head yes.
“Yes, you want me to take you back to your car?”
“No…let’s do this.”
He gave me a pleased smile, and moved in to cup my face in his hands. His lips moved over mine and he kissed me softly at first. The kiss deepened and his tongue pressed against my lips. I whimpered and opened my mouth. His tongue darted in and began a duel with mine. We embraced and kissed for about a minute before he broke away, seized my hand and almost dragged me behind him.
I couldn’t help to think that only a little while ago I was simply impressed with the fact that I finally made it inside a gay bar. It all seemed so surreal that I was now going into the backroom about to be fucked in public by a teammates’ father. Surely this was a dream and I was going to wake up soon.
All that separated the main room from the backroom was a thin curtain. Right before he pulled it open for me to step through, he smiled widely and said, “Maybe you’ll find out you like backrooms.”
I cautiously stepped through the curtain into what seemed like a whole different world from the one I had just been in. It was hard to believe that we were just a thin curtain away from the rowdy, horny crowd and music in the main room.
This room was slightly darker than the one we left. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. Once they did, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The small room only had 2 sofas and they were occupied.
All around the room wild, uninhibited sex was taking place. Somewhere between fifteen and twenty men were openly engaged in sodomy, giving head, rim jobs or beating off in every position and combination imaginable. Naked flesh was everywhere.
One male was leaning against the wall; a guy knelt in front of him, sucking his dick. Another man was pushed against a pole being butt fucked. At the same time, another was sitting on the floor in front of him giving him a blowjob. On one of the sofas two men were engaged in a sixty-nine position. The man on the top was being cornholed by the third man while a fourth was behind him voraciously rimming him. Similar couplings and groupings were all over.
The sounds of sex reverberated in the room. All around you could hear wet flesh smacking against wet flesh. The room smelled of sweaty balls, freshly fucked ass, cum, and musky cocks.
I was amazed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed.
I felt hands on my shoulder. I turned to make sure it was Edwin. He motioned toward an area on the wall that was away from the others in the room.
“Come this way. I want you to myself as much as possible.”
I followed. He stopped, stood in front of me and pushed me back against the wall. He leaned into me, and pressed his hips against mine. He trapped my eyes with his again, and leaned in to reclaim my mouth. This time for some reason his mustache tickled my nose.
His hands began to work on pulling my tee shirt from my pants. He lifted it over my head and dropped it beside us. He quickly did the same with his. He pulled me into another kiss. His bare chest rested against mine.
I let my hands roam up and down his sides and over his pecs. He was in magnificent shape, and evenly dusted in wiry, auburn-brown hair. I ran my fingers across his broad, muscled chest, through the hair there. It was dense and fluffy at the center. I found his nipples. They were a soft shade of brown, hard and pointed.
I continued my journey down to his washboard abs. I traced every rippling, furry muscle. His fur tapered down into a thick happy trail that disappeared inside his pants. I could hardly wait to see what they were hiding.
I wasn’t in a big hurry though, but I wasn’t familiar with the protocol of the situation we were in. I was still trying to adjust to what was happening. Evidently this wasn’t a time to dawdle though. I felt Edwin’s hands at my belt buckle. I put my hand over his to stop him. I looked around at what was going on around us.
“Is everything okay Mike?”
“I just need a minute.”
“Do you want to stop?”
I was focused on another couple. I felt Edwin’s hand on my face. He put his hand under my chin, and gripped both sides making me focus on him.
“Do you want to stop Mike?” he asked before leaning in; his lips brushed against mine. He let his free hand move over my crotch.
I didn’t say anything at first. He teased me with his hand, and kissed me. In between kisses he would ask me again. Each kiss got more passionate. I finally told him that I wanted to keep going.
He kissed me harder, and reached down to unbuckle my belt and slacks. He pulled down my zipper and pushed my pants and briefs over my hips to the floor.
He unzipped, captured his erection, and pulled it through his fly. His mitt-like hand gripped our stiff dicks, and held them against each other, mine on top of his. He began to give us one hell of a handjob. I peered down to see our bare cocks pressed together. I couldn’t help but to be impressed. We were almost the same length but his was a whole lot thicker.
He broke our kiss long enough to order me to play with his nuts. His mouth returned to mine. This time he intensified the sucking motion of his kiss; his tongue swept inside, making swirling motions inside my mouth.
My hand moved down his stomach into the open fly of his trousers and found his fuzzy ball sack. I cupped his heavy sack in my palm, tugged on it, and rolled his tender orbs between my fingers. He groaned loudly.
He moved his lips down my neck and across my shoulder, trailing kisses and gently biting as he went. His mustache and beard intensified things as it tickled and scraped against my skin.
He moved down further over my pectorals, sucking on my nipples, on down over my abs and stomach, through my short and curlies; he ended up kneeling on the floor in front of me. He gripped my drooling tool at the base, took it into his mouth, and started a frenzied back and forth movement in and out of his suctioning orifice.
I put my hands on his head, and buried my fingers in his hair on each side. I watched my member disappear and reappear from his lips. I thought he looked great before, but he looked even better with his mouth full of my cock.
Edwin clearly enjoyed what he was doing. He sucked with reckless abandon alternating between sucking and licking; he paid special attention to the hood and underside. His head bobbed back and forth; he deep throated me every fourth or fifth trip in. His right hand circled the base; a couple of the fingers stroked my balls. From time to time his throat hummed; the vibrations on the mushroomed tip and shaft caused me to shiver with delight. His left hand clinched my rear end.
“Yeah, suck my cock, man. That’s so good. Suck my dick,” I moaned, egging him on. “Take it all……swallow it. Ohhhh, yeah, that’s it. Damn, that feels so fucking good.”
I began to pump my hips, fucking his face hard and fast, matching the rhythm coming from the band in the main room.
He placed both hands on my buttocks. His fingers dug into my cheeks. He used the suction of his mouth to apply pressure to my whole prick. Occasionally his teeth scraped against the underside of my pole as I thrust it between his lips.
His hands shifted again. He cradled my nut sack in his left hand, then squeezed and yanked on it roughly. I yelped and groaned.
The middle finger of his right hand found my asshole. He teased and stroked my rosebud, and then with no warning his middle finger plunged past my sphincter. He immediately found my male g-spot and massaged it, triggering my release. I thrust into his throat; my body stiffened. I gave a loud grunt and spilled my watery load in the back of his throat. He eagerly swallowed all that my boys gave him. A few more pumps from my hips, and I went limp against the wall.
He continued to slowly nurse on my cock until I couldn’t take anymore, and pushed him away. He worked his way up my torso, kissing and nibbling, and using his hands to pinch and knead my nipples.
“Fuck, that was…so good...you were…awesome,” I said between pants.
His lips once again found mine. We shared a long, languid kiss. Our sweaty bodies clung to one another. His tongue examined every inch of my mouth. I returned the favor. I could taste the salty residue of my cum in his mouth. I loved it. My dick had lost none of his stiffness; his was harder than ever. They danced with each other as we kissed.
He ended our connection and directed me to turn around. He knelt behind me, told me to spread my legs and thrust my ass out toward him. I did as requested. His hands began to rub and smack my backside roughly. I gyrated my hips, letting him know that I was enjoying it.
I trembled when I felt his hands spread by butt cheeks apart. His tongue moved into my furry ass crack, licking up and down. He put his whole mouth over my anus, and I felt his tongue probe around my brown eye. I moaned out loudly in ecstasy when he plunged his tongue inside me. I shoved my caboose backwards, shaking it against his face, as he began to aggressively tongue fuck my tight butthole.
His tongue twirled, flicked and probed every area of my hole it could reach. It was the most amazing feeling. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he spread my cheeks wider and hawked spit on my pucker. I felt his finger enter me. He began to alternate between his fingers and his tongue deep inside my canal.
“God, Mike you have such a sweet little ass pussy. I love the taste and smell of it. I could eat it all night,” he said, “but I think it is ready for something bigger.”
He stopped and spun me around. I watched as he pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles, and stepped out of them. He took a condom, and tore it open with his teeth; he rolled it down over his cock and let the rubber ring snap around the root. He squeezed a coating of lube on the shaft, and fisted it to get it slick all over.
He moved toward me, put his arms under my thighs and lifted me up, leaving my pants and briefs on the floor. He held me in place against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my heels against his bottom.
He had me spread eagle and maneuvered the latex-covered knob of his dick against my starfish. He held there a moment, the tip poised to enter my gaping asshole.
“Are you ready to get fucked Mike?”
“Yes,” I said eagerly.
“Good boy, because I need to fuck that tight pussy so badly right now. God knows he is beyond ready,” he said looking down.
He humped upward, pushing his purple mushroom past my o-ring. When I felt it pop through, I let out a gasped moan and squirmed.
“Aaawwwhhhh, Goddddd!” I cried out as all the nerves inside my passageway came alive. My asshole clenched, squeezing his meaty head.
He held there for a brief moment, and commanded me to kiss him. Our lips met, and he shoved his meat forward. Inch by inch he pushed his long, thick appendage into my fuck chute. My shithole stretched and expanded to accommodate him. I watched with glee and grunted like a pig as I saw his dick disappear.
“ Aaaahhhhh yesssss, your dick is so fucking big! Uuuuummmm….god yesssss!”
“Yeah, its fuckin’ good isn’t it?”
“Uh, yes……it’s so fucking good!”
When all seven inches were buried to the hilt, he immediately started to pump his hips, keeping time with the beat of the band. He fucked me like some wanton whore in a back alley, bucking his stiffness into me harder and faster with every thrust, slamming my back against the wall. It almost took my breath away.
“Fuck me, you bastard. That feels so good!” I hissed.
He twisted his hips around, corkscrewing his big cock in and out of me, skewering me with it.
“Goddamn, Mike. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Take that dick, you horny fucker!”
“Awwhhhhh Geezusss, what the fuck are you doing to me,” I wailed, wrapping my hands tightly around his neck and shoulders.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you boy. You like my big cock fucking your ass,” he growled. “Feel my cock tearing up your hot little manhole. Take it you little bitch.”
I shook my head and grunted out a yes. I moved my right hand down and began to frantically stroke my dick as he pumped his rod in and out of me.
He put his mouth right against my ear and hissed into it. “Cum for me baby. Give me that fucking load. Come on boy. You feel my dick buried inside you. Shoot that load.”
He continued to drive his stick upward into my juicy man-cunt. I grunted with each powerful thrust, each one bringing me closer to my orgasm.
I was nearly delirious by that point; I lost control of my body. I convulsed and shuddered uncontrollably.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ooooooo Edwin fuck me. Please don’t stop!!!!” I pleaded with him as I fisted my cock at lightning speed.
“Partner you don’t have to worry about that. There is no way in hell I’m stoppin’ now. You just come on and give me that fucking load. Give it to me now,” he demanded.
Almost on command, my body went rigid. Semen coursed up through my urethra and I watched the first volley of my white cum burst from my piss slit and land on his chest. A second one soon joined it, followed by many more. I shot so many times I thought I was going to pass out.
Edwin watched in awe as my cock spasmed and unloaded on him. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Shoot that load.”
My bunghole clamped down on his long shaft, causing him to briefly decrease the speed of his thrusts. As soon as my hole relaxed, he once again began to slam into me.
I began to beg him for his load. “Come on Edwin. Use my ass. Fill it with your come,” I pleaded.
“Oh yeah boy, you want me to fill your ass with my cum?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I want it bad. I need it. Give it to me.”
“Baby, you’re gonna get it. You’re making my dick feel so good. I’m gonna breed that hot little man pussy,” he rumbled. “You ready, baby? You better be, because here it comes…..Here it comes boy! Ohhh fuck yeahhh!! I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cummmm……Take it!”
He was banging me like a maniac on speed when he came. He slammed into me and held it there, blasting my intestines with his enormous load. He finished up with a few slow thrusts and leaned in to kiss me one final time. He released his grip and let my legs and feet fall to the floor.
I suddenly became aware that my muscles and joints ached like hell. I was so wobbly, my knees buckled beneath me. I had no idea what was on that floor but I collapsed on to it anyway. My naked buttocks hit the floor. I leaned back against the wall trying to recover.
He stood over me, smiling down at me. His body glistened with sweat. His body hair was matted down and clung to his body. His breath rushed in and out causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly. His torso was dotted with splotches of my ball juice.
“Man that was wild,” he said as he carefully removed the sheath from his softening prick. He tied it off at the end and held it up. It was almost a third of the way full of his spunk.
“Wow, what a load you milked from me,” he stated as he tossed the used rubber in a trash can nearby.
He extended his hand to me, and eased me up. Those sensuous lips were on mine again. He pried my lips apart and drove his tongue into my mouth. His tongue found mine and they tangled as our mouths twisted together. I was breathless again by the time he released me.
He stood back from me. “So, Mike, how did you enjoy your first time in the backroom?”
“It was fucking awesome. I loved everything about it. There’s just one more thing I want to do,” I said, lewdly eyeing his shrinking manhood. It was almost flaccid and slimy with his nut juices.
“Oh geesh, have pity on an old man. I’m not sure I can handle anymore right now.”
“Oh this won’t require any effort on your part, old man.”
“Okay Mike, pray tell, what is it you want to do.”
“This,” I said as I moved to my knees and ran my tongue across the shaft of his dick and lapped up his salty sap. “I never got to taste you and I can’t let this end without doing it.”
I took him into my mouth, and cleaned the remaining cum from his manhood. I gave it one final suck to get any jizz that lingered in his cum tube.
I glanced up at him. There was a look of contentment and happiness on his face as I serviced his cock. When I finished, I proceeded upward, using my mouth and tongue to clean my semen from his body.
When I was satisfied I got it all, I leaned back onto my thighs and looked up at him.
“All done sir.”
He offered me his hand and helped me up. He pulled me into one more kiss.
“Frisky little slut aren’t you?” he asked when the kiss ended. “Satisfied now?”
“I think so.”
“Was it everything you thought it would be?”
“It was perfect.”
We separated and began to dress. As he was adjusting his pants, and tucking his tee shirt into them, he asked, “Mike do you have anywhere to be for the rest of the night?”
“Not any place I can think of. Why?”
“I know what I said before, about this being a one-time thing. One time still includes the rest of the night. I would love for you to spend the night with me.”
“Nothing would please me more, Edwin. But one thing…”
“I didn’t eat much of my dinner. And I have worked up one more appetite. If I don’t get something to eat soon I think you’ll be fucking a corpse later on.”
We both laughed.
“I think I can take care of that,” he chuckled.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I wasn’t saying that for you to buy. I can pay….” I said rambling.
He stopped me. “It’s the least I can do. It’ll also give me some time to recharge and fuel up the engines.”
“Don’t charge them too much. I don’t know if I could stand it.”
“Well maybe the next time I’ll let you lie down.”
I shook my head and smiled at him. “You’re bad….you are really bad.”
He pulled the curtain back. “Let’s go young man and get you something to eat. You’re going to need it.”
I walked through the doorway. “We’ll see about that later old man.”
He smacked me on my ass and told me to get going.
We went back into the main room, found a seat and ordered some burgers. We chatted and enjoyed the band’s final set for the night. We left a little before closing and went back to his hotel. He fucked me once more before we slept, and once again the next morning. We showered together before we parted, and gave each other mutual blowjobs in the shower.
He was true to his word. We never got together again. I saw him a few more times, but it was just to say hi and share a little small talk. He never even seemed interested in a repeat performance.
Patti and I stayed apart for almost a year, but did work things out. She came to accept my bisexuality and the fact I jerked off, as part of who I was. I was even honest with her about what happened that night after our fight. We married in 2004, and I was her first. We stayed together for five years; three of them great, the last two, not so much.
Sex was good, but never great with her during our marriage. She had the desire for it to be great, but she never could fully let go in the bedroom. It was always more of a duty than something she truly wanted to do.
I truly loved her, and once we got back together and I made a new commitment to her, I never cheated on her again…unless you count my fantasies and fun times with my right hand as INFIDELITY.
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