At midnight, Winslow Took the fast passage to Reflections, the biggest gay dance club in Falifax. Thirsty for a cocktail, he ordered a martini. He didn’t particularly care for chilled vodka, a slight hint of Vermouth, and straight-up, but he was infatuated with the glass, and it was still happy hour until 1:00 a.m. He pushed his way through the front doors, squeezed by the rush of the college students who had no cover charge after midnight.
The pucker of his lips frowned, stinging from the pure alcohol, as he sipped his martini. Glancing from manly face to another, he revisited his past, cruising from bar to bar, satisfying his dick’s nightly calling for a man, who possibly would last into a long, comfortable future. There, he was, again, in between relationships, deciding if he should run the course of sex, obtaining only the names and discovering what pleased his male companions, or allow his instincts to wait for that certain man who could burn the candles at both ends, transcending into eternal, passionate love.
Winslow’s daringly envious, green eyes opened wider, fixed on a rugged college student.
The tall, broad-shouldered, man stared, pensively, at Winslow, his eyes glazed and glittering.
I have contact. Winslow acknowledged his stately stance. You’re like no man I’ve ever seen. Not like any I’ve known, not even my long cherished, enduring partners. He waited, wanting to ask him questions. Who are you? What are you? What do you like about me? And you? What do you want? He waited some more. I might as well make the initial move. I like him already. Are you going to fall for me?
He meandered, between the familiar, demanding, testosterone drenched bodies, waiting for the man’s stereotypic model’s stance and overly pronounced smile to relax.
Two men between them, the man pushed them away, extending his large hand for a handshake.
Winslow’s hand touched his. An electric spark riveted beneath his skin.
“I’m Oscar.” His stretched, grasping Winslow’s elbow. “What’s your name, and what thrill would you need?”
“My name is Winslow. My thrill would be you.” Although not sure what his question was, Winslow thought the answer was right. It was the way he felt at that moment.
“Maybe I’ll show you what you need.” Oscar’s disguised right hand fondled and searched his crotch, settling on his Winslow’s emerging erection, beneath his pants.
Winslow jumped at his touch. “Oscar…, where and when?
“Let’s leave after happy hour at one. I’ll show you what I fantasize with you.”
Mysterious- interesting. “I’ll down three more of these.” Winslow toasted his martini glass with Oscar’s wine glass. “You decide how much you need to make you a beneficial, hot fuck or whatever.”
“Something tells me, you’re more anxious for me than I thought. Order three more Merlots for me. I’ll keep up with you until dawn, whatever we do.” Oscar grinned, deviously, as his left arm wrapped around Winslow’s ass.
They paced their drinks, simultaneously, groping each other’s hard cocks, beneath the thin fabric of their Khaki pants, until four a.m.
Walking rapidly down various streets, turning on cross streets, Oscar, eventually, pulled Winslow by his hand to an older deserted, tourist shopping area. “We haven’t seen anyone for the last fifteen minutes. We’re going to the back of these shops. There’s a well-lit alley with benches for your gratifying pleasure.”
“You have me intrigued. I’m game for anything.”
“We’ll see.” Oscar slowed his gait to a crawl, settling on a cast-iron bench, close to the end of the backstreet. “How’s this?”
“This is all very romantic, but where is the rest?” Winslow looked up into Oscar’s light blue eyes smiling and accenting his crow’s feet.
“You’re going to be hard to please. I’ll try harder for you.”
“I’ll do the same for you, but where are we?”
“Inside Halifax. Does it really make any difference?”
“No, but I’m always curious.” Winslow chuckled and, then, smiled.
Facing each other they pulled off their generic, logo t-shirts, setting them together on the bench. Their lips joined, kissing forcefully, while sharing their tongues. They unbuttoned their pants, allowing them to slide to their ankles. They rubbed their penis, outlined briefs against each other, until they slipped them down next to their wrinkled Khakis.
“Who should suck first? Winslow asked, stroking Oscar’s dick. He started to squat to offer his mouth, but Oscar’s hands prevented his descent and positioned him on his back on the hard, cast-iron surface of the bench. Oscar straddled his legs at Winslow’s head, setting his hands between his date’s thighs. Winslow’s lips opened to taste Oscar’s descending hard dick. Oscar lowered his head within reach of his partner’s cock, swallowing, eagerly.
For nearly an hour they teased each other close to orgasm and, then, stopped their movements for moment, only to resume their oral fixations. As a nearby clock chimed 5:00 a.m., Oscar showed no relent with his passion. Winslow refused to stop sucking with tighter lips.
“When can I see you again?” Oscar wanted something more, asking between gasps for breath and swallowing.
“I loved it too. How about tomorrow? For breakfast in my hotel.”
“I’ll be there when you let me know where you’re staying. I’d enjoy a second, devious night with you.”