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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Stephen Jordan
My family hasn't tried to contact me at all, and I'm avoiding any feelings that I imagine are similar to grieving. I'm still hoping that someday things will work out between me and them. But when I think of what they were prepared to do to me, I'm convinced that I'm grabbing at straws. I just don't want to accept that they're out of my life permanently. It's lonely, very lonely though.
Rex is a friend in the true sense of the word. Though we're still fucking, it's becoming a bit less frequent, and I think we're actually fulfilling a real need for each other. We know that, in the absence of being in love, it will eventually fizzle out. I just don't know when that'll be.
About a week later, I'm waiting for Rex outside the restaurant. As I look across the road, I notice G, staring at me. This time I don't try and ignore or even confront him. I wave at him half-heartedly, and he comes over to me.
"Hi cupcake."
"Hardly, G. By the way, what does G stand for?"
He purses his lips. Probably contemplating if he should tell me. "George."
I crack up laughing.
"What's so funny?" He grimaces.
"I could picture many names, but George is not one of them. It's so OTT."
"Well who says I don't come from a rich family? And OTT? I see, you've been reading a new dictionary." He playfully punches my shoulder.
"Well, is your family wealthy?" I probe further.
"Technically yes, but I haven't seen them in years. They don't approve of my sexuality."
I smile kindly.
"Where have you been, by the way?" he asks.
"I went back home to my family, but they weren't too keen on my sexual preferences either."
"Mmmmm. So, you've accepted that you're gay?"
"I suppose so, though it was more a realization based on events than a conscious thought process."
"Well whatever it was, I'm happy for you. Do you think you'd want to pop by the club sometime again? We could use a guy like you there." He grabs my ass.
I acknowledge the anticipation in his eyes and remove his hand.
"No. It's not for me. I'm sure there are many people who like that kind of thing, but I'm not one of them."
"But you had a great time, didn't you?" He raises one eyebrow.
"Yes, but it's not my scene," I say sternly.
"Well, to each his own. You'll be missed though. Especially by Eric. He hasn't stopped yapping about you ever since that night."
"Eric?"
He describes him to me. It's the bald guy who'd given me what I now realize are poppers. Rex has been educating me.
"Oh yes, him. He was kind to me."
I remember him vaguely because that night was such a blur. As I recall, he was in his early thirties and about six foot one with tattoos on his chest, well-built and perhaps Hispanic. He had an attractive face, but I don't remember seeing him smile. Probably because he seemed more concerned with helping me cope with what was happening to me. I think he actually felt sorry for me. We didn't touch at all except for him grabbing my chin at one point. I can't even remember what he looked like from the chest down.
"Smitten is the word I'd use."
"Oh?" I rub my goatee.
We chat a bit longer and then he takes off when Rex arrives. Rex watches him as he walks away.
"Who's that guy?"
"No one important," I say dismissively putting my hands in my pockets.
"Did you fuck him?"
"Yes."
Rex says nothing further and we head on home.
A few days later, I'm waiting tables when I spot a familiar face sitting in the corner watching me. It's that Eric guy. I walk over to him.
"Hey. Look. I told G that I wasn't coming to the club again."
"And hey back at you. I'm not here to convince you to come back. You don't belong there anyway."
"Oh, all right. Sorry. I wanted to thank you for being there for me that night."
"You're welcome. I'm here to find out if you can get this Thursday night off to join me at a regular gay club uptown."
"Like on a date?"
"Yes, like on a date." He smiles.
I look at him for a moment. Not to see if he is worth my time or effort but to gage whether he has any ulterior motives.
He responds as if he knows what I'm thinking. "The only ulterior motive I have is getting us into bed together. But that would work the way it does on any normal date. We'll either instantly hit it off or we'll just casually see how it goes. No pressure."
I smile. Confident and perceptive.
"Ok. Eric, is it?"
He nods slowly.
"I'll go on a date with you on Thursday night. I haven't asked for any extra time off so I'm sure it'll be fine. If it's a problem, I`ll just swap shifts with one of the other waiters," I babble.
"It's a date then?"
"Yes, it is." I smile at him.
He brims from ear to ear. and is fucking gorgeous when he smiles. With his stubble and bald head, he's actually sexy as fuck. His green eyes, surrounded by dark eyebrows and long eyelashes, contrast his olive skin perfectly. He's masculine all right, but his facial features are delicate for a guy. My cock stirs and thickens, straining against my briefs.
"You'll have to excuse me; I've got to get back to my section."
"No worries. I'll pick you up here at 7 p.m. on Thursday night, ok?"
"Sure." I turn around and walk away, my heart racing inside my chest.
While I'm busy with my tables, I see him leave after he finishes his beer. He has a nice quarterback butt and a good pair of legs. Yup, he'll do nicely. My cock is rock hard again, and I adjust myself to make the bulge less obvious. It's now standing upright, pushing past the top of my trousers and into my shirt. I better not sit down anytime soon.
I'm seriously excited. The thought of fucking him is a delicious prospect.
But back to work...
It's finally Thursday night and I'm waiting outside the restaurant for Eric. I thought of waiting inside, but the guys would make fun of me because of the date. I can't trust Samantha to keep her mouth shut.
Eric pulls up in a Ford sedan. I've never been big on cars. Fixing up an old pickup truck with Charlie is about as close to a car I've ever gotten in my life.
"Hey, gorgeous." He smiles as he opens the door for me.
Wolf whistles erupt from the restaurant. So much for not making a scene. Some people passing us on the sidewalk stare disapprovingly. Perhaps it's my imagination but I feel very aware of them. A lady passing by smiles at me sweetly. I'm nervous as hell, so her gesture makes all the judgmental naysayers disappear into nothingness. I'll hold on to that kindness, I decide.
"Hey, Eric."
We take off and he drives us to a gay club uptown. We park about half a block from the club and walk over to the front of the venue. Eric ignores the short line outside the entrance.
"Hey, Bob!"
"Hey, Rick!" How's it hanging, dude? I haven't seen you here in ages, bro. Since you've been hanging out with the rough crowd downtown, we've been too soft-cock for you." He slaps Eric on the chest.
Eric blushes. Cute.
"I was looking for Mr. Right." He turns to me. Awkward.
Now it's my turn to blush, but I try and play it cool. I think I end up looking more constipated than aloof. Bob bursts out laughing.
"He's a nice one, Rick. Good on you, bro."
He unhooks the rope which is really there more for show than serving as an actual barricade and lets us in.
Inside it's already busy, hence the queue outside. People are having conversations, and the music is too soft for a normal club.
Again, as if he can read my mind...
"It's still early, so now everyone's just mingling and catching up on gossip."
"Oh, ok."
We find a seat in the VIP section because of course Eric knows someone here. Either he is or was a regular, or he's got good connections.
"The owner is my cousin's boyfriend." He reads my mind yet again.
"Stop it. You're making me paranoid. Let me ask the questions if and when I want to, stop looking inside my head."
He smiles wickedly.
"Old habit and not my fault I can read your mind."
I shrug coyly and a cute twink, wearing only a pair of Lycra hot pants, serves us our beers. In bottles, which I prefer. Drinking beer from a glass seems too feminine to me and to be honest, I feel safer having it opened in front of me. Another thing Rex warned me about; some guys spike drinks!
We make some small talk, and I start relaxing into the couch. The main dance floor is directly in front of us with two platforms on either side. Each platform has a thick pole that runs right up to the ceiling.
"They're for the go-go dancers later."
He's fucking doing it again. I give up.
"Go-go dancers?"
"We get entertained by some sexy twinks in gold skin-tight hot pants, and they rotate these boys every hour or so, so we don't get bored. Some healthy eye candy to inspire us, you know..." He flashes me a naughty smile.
I don't think I need much inspiration.
A few people come over to say hi. Eric's very popular, in a good way. It's like everyone respects him. He's extremely gentle with every person he speaks to and asks them about their families. His habit of talking to each person as if they're the only one in the world at that particular moment is probably the reason for his popularity. He definitely has a few admirers and he's very kind to them.
He's not offish to the fem or older guys and treats everyone with the same warm respect. I like him already, but seeing this side of him is just magical.
Finally, the music gets louder and the club is full to the brim.
At about 10:30 p.m., the DJ stops the music, asks everyone for their attention, and announces that the show's about to begin.
"What show?" I ask Eric.
"You'll see." He grins.
After the main dance floor has cleared and everyone has squeezed off to the sides of the club, two male strippers arrive. They're dressed in rodeo costumes and start dancing and gyrating their hips like mad. Each stripper grabs a man from the crowd and then does a pulsating dance with them before moving on to another guy. Between each of the audience interactions, the strippers remove an item of clothing until they are both stark naked. Their bodies are oiled up in a shimmering gold color. Their cocks are swinging freely, and they start making out in front of everyone, until they're semi-hard. Then they start stroking their own cocks for a while and suddenly leave the dance floor, to a unanimous moan of disappointment from the audience!
Next, a man in a tuxedo walks onto the floor and his skin is as dark as night. He's looking for someone to invite onto the stage to join him. He spots me. I look away, hoping he catches the hint, but he comes right up to me and gently pulls me towards him by my chin.
He mouths "come here sexy."
The crowd goes nuts as he takes my hand, and I follow him to the center of the dance floor.
"Do what comes naturally and forget the crowd," he whispers in my ear.
He starts dancing with me and his flaccid 8-inch cock rubs against my own through our trousers. It's obvious I'm getting hard.
He turns me around to face the crowd and they go ballistic. Eric's grinning at me, sipping his beer. He waves, and I can sense he's letting me know that everything will be ok and I should enjoy myself.
I decide to do just that. But for his benefit though.
Tall-dark-and-extremely-handsome turns me back to face him and starts worshipping me while he takes off his clothes, slowly and deliberately. He gyrates up and down my body. His skin is also oiled and shines like onyx. He nibbles on my nipple through my blue cotton shirt and then pulls up my shirt to softly bite my stomach. The tip of my cock is sticking out of the top of my trousers by now, and he gracefully ignores it. He pushes his strong hands into the back of my jeans and rubs my butt, squeezing it firmly. I'm going commando.
"Nice!" I hear him yell faintly.
I'm now dancing in a steady rhythm and for some reason, I start stripping too.
As soon as I start unbuttoning my shirt, the crowd shouts encouragement. The attention is intoxicating. I really get into taking off my clothes and exaggerate my moves. I'm not just teasing the gorgeous specimen in front of me, but the entire crowd! I'm seducing them all, but I focus in on Eric as much as I can. Ultimately, I'm only doing it for him and I'm astounded that I'm doing it at all.
All I have left on are my jeans and my belt. The anticipation in the air is tangible.
I decide, what the fuck!
I unbuckle my belt and slowly pull it through the loops. Once the whole belt is in my hand, Mr. Tuxedo turns his naked ass towards me and I whip his firm mounds! He grimaces. His cock is about 10-inches long, hard, and bounces in ecstasy as he's struck.
I toss the belt aside.
I unbutton my jeans and as I'm about to pull down the zipper, he squats in front of me and grabs it with his teeth. He slowly pulls it down. For a split second my rigid cock is visible to everyone as it jumps free from the confines of my tight jeans, at a whipping 45-degree angle. The erotic contrast of my big white cock against his ebony face, as he's looking up at me enticingly, is what dreams are made of. I could spontaneously cum at the sight of it.
He stands. I bend forward, all the way down and for show, bring my hands up behind me, grabbing the fabric covering my calves and pull my jeans down towards the floor. The crowd roars as it slowly slides down over my butt-cheeks. I push my jeans down to my ankles and quickly step out of them. My cock salutes the crowd!
The handsome performer joins me, and we both slowly turn and display our contrasting features and large cocks to the crowd, in rhythm to the music. Boy, they're almost salivating.
I feel great!! I catch a glimpse of Eric swallowing hard.
Mr. Tuxedo picks up my jeans and helps me get dressed. When I'm done, I do the same for him and we bow to the crowd.
"Thanks, brother. You were brilliant," he tells me as he heads backstage.
"So were you. Thank you!" I call after him.
By now my heart rate is all over the place and my head is throbbing from all the excitement and attention. I feel like I'm a different person. Who knew I would do something like that? My balls are aching...
Eric's face is almost comical. There's a look of lusty appreciation, surprise, and wonderment, an odd and wonderful mix of expressions. Nice, it's good to know I'm not the only one who's surprised and horny as hell.
The dance floor starts filling up again as I walk back to Eric. People walk past me, winking, smiling, touching me, and making subtle passes. Some just high five me and a few try hard to chat me up. All I keep on saying to each one of them is...
"...I'm with him."
And I point to Eric.