Dan and Mark's First Date
"Fuck!" Dan thought to himself as he slowly raised the hunk's shirt, exposing a perfect pec and small pink nipple. The hunk arched his back and moaned as Dan's moist tongue and lips touched the nipple. "How did I wind up on top of this stud of a man?" Dan wondered, as he tasted the sweaty smooth skin.
Mark was a singer and actor who had performed in some of the cabarets and theatres around town. Dan had seen him perform on several occasions, and had fantasized about the talented man. Mark stood 6'3", a solid 205 lbs with a 44-inch chest and 32-waist. He often wore tight black pants which revealed a package that would rival any star in the porn industry, and a perfectly shaped ass in which any man would want to bury his face. He usually wore black 501's or black leather pants. Dan had fantasized of how the inside of those snug leather pants would smell of sweat and testosterone.
While Dan knew who Mark was, they had never met. Dan looked forward to the various events where Mark performed. When Mark sang, he exuded a strong sexuality and masculinity that was warmed by the man's dark eyes and welcoming smile. His strong baritone voice could reduce the toughest of men to Jell-O. Dan was content to sit on the sidelines and appreciate the talents that God had bestowed on him. Besides, Dan had a lover of his own. A man he had loved for 14 years.
Dan and Alan had the type of relationship most people, straight and gay, would envy. Not only were they best friends, confidants, and lovers. Not only did they love each other, they absolutely adored each other. However, their relationship, while committed, was exactly what they had promised each other - till death do us part. Alan was tragically killed in a horrible auto accident leaving Dan totally devastated, lost and helpless.
Four weeks after Alan was buried, a couple of Dan's friends insisted he get out and join them at a charity event. The event was an annual cabaret type show with local talent singing and performing. It was the type of show where the audience tips the performers and all of the donations go to charity. Dan didn't really feel like being out, and didn't really enjoy the show, but was glad his friends cared enough about him to be there for him and to drag him out of the house.
Mark happened to be one of the entertainers at that event and as he strolled through the crowd after he performed, his and Dan's eyes locked on one another. Mark stood off to the side behind Dan, but near enough where they could smile at each other.
Dan, still reeling from Alan's death, was numb to most stimuli around him, but kept noticing Mark when he looked over his shoulder. Mark was a handsome man with short wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, and a close-cropped goatee. He had a smile that could melt butter and a presence about him that was undeniably sexy, especially in his black jeans, black shirt, black cowboy hat and boots.
They kept smiling at each other and eventually moved toward each other. They introduced themselves and chatted briefly. Dan was still in shock from Alan's death, but was aware enough to be flattered by the attention from Mark. Also he noted his friends watching the two of them chatting and smiled to themselves. In the end, Dan closed off the conversation and moved back with his friends. He just wasn't in any frame of mind to be thinking of anyone other than Alan.
Mark crossed Dan's mind over the next few days, but over time Dan had focused on his own issues and healing. In time, he began going out and trying to participate in life again.
Dan had discovered the Internet as a place to meet men and used that as a way to ease his pain. A number of men had passed through his sheets, most for a quick romp, and some for a repeat or more. Some of the men had been nice, some had been liars, others cheats, but they had managed to fill some void in his life if only temporarily and if only for that release of sweat and sperm. Dan still remained alone and in a fog finding that alcohol, drugs and a kaleidoscope of men could not replace the love of his life.
Finally, the one year anniversary of Alan's death came around. Dan felt a sense of relief and was beginning to feel more like his old self. Even his friends had noticed Dan seemed more comfortable and was laughing more. He was ready to start dating again. Not tricking, but looking for quality men to date and with whom he could start to enjoy life again. Dan was looking forward to what life might offer him.
A couple of weeks went by and saw the return of the annual event where he had met Mark the year before. A number of his friends were going and Dan decided to attend just to get out of the house. By this time Mark was only a wisp of a memory.
The event proved to be entertaining, but mostly because Dan was among his friends. He had been bemoaning his misfortune with men over the course of the past year. While he still missed Alan, Dan knew he needed to be moving forward with his life and was ready and willing to meet other men and to date.
One of Dan's closest friends, a lesbian named Carol, spotted a handsome man walking past the two of them and said, "Now THAT'S a man I can see you with. You two would make a hot looking couple." Dan could only see the man's back as he passed by, but tracked him through the crowd until he could see his face. The man turned, and to Dan's surprise, she had pointed out Mark. Dan's heart did a leap. Carol had no way of knowing the two of them had briefly met a year earlier.
Dan kept watching Mark, and eventually their eyes met -- again. The emcee was announcing that Mark was about to perform. As Mark began to sing a saucy Bobby Darin number, Dan pulled out a dollar to tip the hunk of a man. "You're not going to believe this, but I met him a year ago and just couldn't consider pursuing him then," he lewdly grinned to Carol, "but what a difference a year makes." With that he folded the dollar bill lengthwise, put it between his teeth and went up to tip the handsome performer. As Mark accepted the tip, their eyes met and the crooner winked. Their fingers touched, and a surge of electricity went down through Dan's balls. This was a reaction he had not felt in a very long time. But being the pessimist, he realized ALL performers wink at the men who tip them. That's how these charity events work.
When the show was over, Dan noticed that Mark was chatting with Donny, a friend of his who had produced the fundraiser. He quickly went over to congratulate Donny on a great show, and hopefully have the opportunity to "meet" Mark again. Of course, the ever-polite Donny introduced the two men, and when their eyes met, a surge of electricity went through Dan for the second time that evening. The pulse went through his chest. The power of Mark's smile and piercing dark eyes suddenly made Dan realize he hadn't felt anything like that in years and years. The connection was like a static charge and made Dan feel almost giddy.
Dan could see that Mark was definitely interested. Even though they were standing in a noisy crowed bar, everything around the two men suddenly faded away, and they were as alone as if standing in the middle of the desert. Within seconds they quickly established to the other that they were both single. Within the next two minutes Dan found out that Mark had lost a lover to AIDS several years earlier. The connection was made. Each man understood where the other was and what he had gone through.
Mark suddenly professed to being hungry and suggested they go get something to eat. Dan, being no fool, agreed and off they went.
Dan suggested a fun Mexican restaurant where they could go at the late hour. He drove and promised to bring Mark back to his car. Over dinner they talked about their lives, past lovers, families and found they had a lot in common. To this day, Dan has no idea what he ate, but only knows the ecstasy he found looking in Mark's deep dark eyes. He thought to himself that he hadn't met anyone who had made him feel this way since he met Alan.
The conversation flowed easily and the two men soon settled into a comfortable natural exchange. As with any gay man, the conversation turned to sex. Dan confessed that if he had any regrets about his relationship with Alan it was that he had wished they had been more sexually compatible. "As we both got older, we each developed interest in various fetishes and unfortunately those interests weren't shared," Dan explained. "We had an open relationship that worked for us, and allowed each of us to explore our darker sides." Mark's ears perked as he grinned and asked in an evil tone, "Fetishes? What sort of fetishes?" Dan knowing that some of his sexual interests might be seen as somewhat extreme, just slyly smiled and said, "I can't reveal TOO much about myself on the first date." Mark pushed forward, "Then you'll have to tell me on our second date."
There, it had been said. They each had used the word "Date." They both realized that they were indeed on a "Date." Date with a capital "D."
Mark shared his philosophy on sex. "I believe in monogamy. But with my training as an actor, and my creativity, I believe in making sex exciting and different," and he grinned. Dan couldn't leave this alone and asked, "How so?" Now it was Mark's turn to be coy and said "I can't reveal TOO much about myself either on the first date." They both laughed. Dan's was a bit more nervous as he was afraid some of his sexual interests might scare off this gorgeous man sitting across the table from him. Only time and trust would tell.
It appeared their interest in each other was mutual, and that both of their minds were going in the same direction. Dan felt exhilarated that Mark was interested in him. He had always felt self-conscious about his looks and body. He was also nervous about starting his life over at 47. Dan had often been called "good looking" and even "handsome" by both men and women; however, he just never saw it when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Dan was 6'4" and was now a trim 195 lbs after spending a year working out with a trainer three times a week at the gym. He had always been long and lean, but realized he would never have the bulk and mass that men of thicker statures were able to attain. However, he did like the way his arms, shoulders and chest were shaping up. He also hoped that Mark would appreciate the salt and pepper in his flattop and goatee as sexy and not as a sign of age.
Before they left the restaurant, Mark excused himself to go to the restroom. Dan leered at that magnificent ass as Mark walked away from the table. He considered following Mark for a bit of quick nasty fun in the restroom, but managed to restrain himself. "I have a feeling this man is going to be more than just a trick. A lot more," he thought to himself. "When we get naked for the first time, I want it to be drawn out and fun. You only get one chance to undress someone for the first time, and I want it to be special." Then he evilly grinned and thought, "I'll get him in a restroom sometime tho. Oh, yes I will."
Following dinner, Dan drove back to the bar. En route he reached over and put his hand on Mark's tight thigh. Mark leaned his head back, sighed and sang the first line of, "He touched me." They both looked at each other and smiled as Mark clasped his hand over Dan's. Arriving back at the bar, Mark's car turned out to be a shiny black studly pick-up truck. Dan had always fantasized about having hot sweaty sex in the bed of a pick-up. Nervously Dan unbuckled his seat belt and turned in his seat toward the hunk sitting next to him. He leaned over, put his hand behind Mark's neck, pulled him close and softly kissed him.
Mark's lips were hot, moist and responsive. They sent electricity and fireworks. Their mouths opened and their tongues met only as two men can. Dan had kissed many women in his time, but there is nothing quite like the hot caress of a man and the soft roughness of his mouth and tongue. Their breathing deepened as their pulses revved. Dan forcefully grasped Mark's masculine face and probed his tongue deeper in the stud's mouth. His cock pulsed as he felt Mark accept his strength and passion.
Dan moved his hand down and cupped one of Mark's pecs.
As he slowly rubbed his thumb across the hardening nipple, Mark softly whimpered. Dan thought to himself, "Man, I just fuckin' love it when a hot man like this whimpers and moans. Now I really can't wait to get him naked." His cock pulsed again. He wanted to grab Mark's growing crotch, but decided to wait for now. Mark's hands were roaming over his body. He, too, must have been thinking the same thing as he avoided fondling the hard bulge in Dan's jeans.
Realizing the late hour and that tomorrow was a work day, they broke from the hot embrace. They decided to get together the following evening after Dan's gym workout and see where this connection might take them.
--------------------------------------------- More to come:
The Cabaret Singer - Part 2
The Second Date -- Second Base or Home Run?
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