Chase of a Lifetime by Ryan Field Page B

Urban
Dictionary just to be certain. It basically meant that a top guy would fuck
someone with a condom, and then right before climax he would pull out, remove
the condom without letting the other person know, and ram his dick in bareback
and come inside the other person. The thought of anyone doing something this
awful made him shudder. This wasn’t a chance Jim wanted to take with anyone. If
he was going to have sex with a man, it had to be safe sex and he had to know
at least a little bit about the person first.
    So he thought for a moment and considered
his options. He could either take his chances with a stranger or find out what
it was like to have sex with a man he knew. He reached for his phone and dialed
Len Mayfield’s private cell phone number. It rang about six times and Jim
almost hung up. On the seventh ring, Len answered and said, “Hello?”
    “Ah, hello Mr. Mayfield. This is Jim Darling.
How are you, sir?” He punched the pillow. He shouldn’t have called him sir. He
sounded as if he were ten years old again.
      Len
laughed and said, “I’m just fine, Jim Darling. And how are you on this fine
Texas summer night, sir?”
    “Well, Mr. Mayfield, I’m fine I guess. It
was a little warm today. But not that bad for this time of year.”
    “Why are you calling me?” He spoke with an
eager voice, as if he wanted to get right down to business.
    Jim took a quick breath. His voice cracked
when he said, “I was thinking about what you said. You know, about getting
together sometime.”
    Len Mayfield cut him off. “Where are you?”
    “In my bedroom.”
    “I’ll meet you downtown at the Pegasus Hotel
in an hour. If you get there first, get a room.”
    Jim blinked. He figured they’d talk about
this for a minute or two first. “The Pegasus Hotel?”
    “Yes,” Len said. “I’ll call you when I get
there.”
    Before Jim had a chance to reply, Len hung
up and left Jim sitting on the bed with his mouth half open. Though he was
having second thoughts now, he knew it was too late to back out. It would have
been rude. He couldn’t deny two things: he was horny as hell and Len Mayfield
was drop dead gorgeous. All he had to do was to think about being in Len’s arms
and he felt weak in the knees.
    He climbed out of bed and put on jeans, a
white shirt, and a black blazer. He didn’t want to show up at an elegant hotel
looking like a slob. And yet he didn’t want to look as if he was dressed for a
first holy communion either. When he was dressed, he grabbed his keys, phone,
and wallet and went down to his car. On the drive over, he listened to Lady
Gaga sing about bad romance over and over again until her voice rang in his
ears.
    When he reached the hotel and walked up to
the main lobby, he stepped aside so a group of people could exit. He smiled and
nodded as a train of nuns in full habits crossed through the doorway. He held
the door open for them until the last nun was outside. He almost turned around
and went back to his car. He wasn’t certain he could go through with this. Maybe
the nuns were a bad omen. He never saw nuns anywhere. They were so pure and
decent. He felt so dark and seedy. His heart was on the verge of racing, his
palms were sweating, and his mouth had gone so dry he couldn’t swallow without
discomfort.
    He walked up to the front desk and stood off
to the side, not sure if he should get a room before Len arrived. He couldn’t
have been standing there more than a minute when a thin young man with a goatee
on the other side of the desk walked over and asked, “Can I help you?”
    Jim turned and smiled at him. He couldn’t
find his voice.
    “Are you here for the gay men’s special?” He
spoke with a heavy lisp.
    Jim’s eyebrows went up; his face grew warm. “The
what?”
    The desk clerk made a face and he glanced
toward a room to the right of the main desk. He gestured with his head and
said, “The Gay Men’s Special Event Weekend. Everyone is gathering in the Wilson room over