a drink from a beer can.
“It gets cold up there,” I said, shivering a bit just thinking about it.
“Yeah, but it’s great skiing. Do you ski?”
“I went to Vail once and took a couple of lessons.”
“Don’t sound like you were impressed,” Charles said.
“It was aight,” I said.
“So what do you like to do besides hanging out in joints like this?” he asked, leaning closer to me.
I shrugged. “Listening to music and you won’t believe what else,” I said, laughing to myself.
“What?”
“You might think I’m corny.”
“Bowling?” He grinned.
“No. Well, sometimes, but that’s not it.”
“Then what?”
For a moment, I wondered if I should tell a total stranger one of my hidden passions. The liquor got to me and I said, “I love to fish.”
“Did you say fuck or fish?”
“Well, that too.” I laughed as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Is there much fishing around here?”
I shook my head. “Not in Atlanta, but there are a couple places right outside of ATL.”
Charles looked at me, smiled, and said, “Fishing, that’s hot. I bet you’re a big old country boy.”
“No shame in my game.”
“Where you from?”
“Mississippi.”
“That’s wild. The dude I work for is from Mississippi.”
“That’s wild. What do you do? And tell me the truth,” I insisted.
“I’m a political consultant. And why would I lie to a good-looking guy like you?”
“I heard they do that in places like this,” I said.
“So that’s why you come here?”
“This is my first time.”
“Oh yeah, you said that,” Charles said with suspicion.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I believe you, Dion. So tell me, what do you like besides fishing?”
“I like to cook and make music.”
“A real Renaissance man.” He smiled. “I like that. And what else?”
“Are you talking about sex?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t like to put myself in a box. And yourself?”
“I like to be punished,” he said as he smacked his ass and licked his lips. I felt the weight in my penis decrease.
“Very interesting,” I said as I stood up and looked around at two more handsome hunks who had walked into the bar area.
“Those two look tasty,” Charles said when he saw me looking away.
“They aight,” I said.
“Want to see if they’re into a little couples action?”
“When did we become a couple?” I asked as I turned back to face Charles.
“The moment I sat next to you.”
“Thanks, but I think I’m going to pass,” I said as I walked toward the hallway.
“It was cool talking to you. Holla before you leave,” Charles said.
“Aight.”
I moved through the throb of hallway traffic into a large, dimly lit room filled with a carnival of handsome men with perfect bodies. The air was warm and thick with the intoxicating scent of sex. There were tables against the wall covered with candles. Two king-size beds were in the middle of the floor, with a frenzied tangle of bodies pleasuring each other.
I surveyed the room. A man with his back to the wall looked at me and smiled as he stroked his piece, which looked long and fat. As I moved closer to him, I paid more attention to his bean-brown muscular face with the black eyes of a bald eagle. My eyes moved down from his face to the lean muscularity of his abs and the curvature of his thighs.
“What’s good, fam?” he asked. The weight in my own penis had returned, and I found myself so close to him that I felt a whisper of breath passing between us.
“Looks like you,” I said.
“I hear you talking, but I like to let this do the talking.” He took my hand and placed it on his penis. I felt it for a few seconds, then pulled my hand back with the dampness of his sweat covering my palm.
He kissed me, and his lips were soft and warm.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Palmer. And yours?”
“Dion.”
“Would you like to find a private room?” he asked.
“Isn’t that extra?”
“I’m a Platinum
“It gets cold up there,” I said, shivering a bit just thinking about it.
“Yeah, but it’s great skiing. Do you ski?”
“I went to Vail once and took a couple of lessons.”
“Don’t sound like you were impressed,” Charles said.
“It was aight,” I said.
“So what do you like to do besides hanging out in joints like this?” he asked, leaning closer to me.
I shrugged. “Listening to music and you won’t believe what else,” I said, laughing to myself.
“What?”
“You might think I’m corny.”
“Bowling?” He grinned.
“No. Well, sometimes, but that’s not it.”
“Then what?”
For a moment, I wondered if I should tell a total stranger one of my hidden passions. The liquor got to me and I said, “I love to fish.”
“Did you say fuck or fish?”
“Well, that too.” I laughed as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Is there much fishing around here?”
I shook my head. “Not in Atlanta, but there are a couple places right outside of ATL.”
Charles looked at me, smiled, and said, “Fishing, that’s hot. I bet you’re a big old country boy.”
“No shame in my game.”
“Where you from?”
“Mississippi.”
“That’s wild. The dude I work for is from Mississippi.”
“That’s wild. What do you do? And tell me the truth,” I insisted.
“I’m a political consultant. And why would I lie to a good-looking guy like you?”
“I heard they do that in places like this,” I said.
“So that’s why you come here?”
“This is my first time.”
“Oh yeah, you said that,” Charles said with suspicion.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I believe you, Dion. So tell me, what do you like besides fishing?”
“I like to cook and make music.”
“A real Renaissance man.” He smiled. “I like that. And what else?”
“Are you talking about sex?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t like to put myself in a box. And yourself?”
“I like to be punished,” he said as he smacked his ass and licked his lips. I felt the weight in my penis decrease.
“Very interesting,” I said as I stood up and looked around at two more handsome hunks who had walked into the bar area.
“Those two look tasty,” Charles said when he saw me looking away.
“They aight,” I said.
“Want to see if they’re into a little couples action?”
“When did we become a couple?” I asked as I turned back to face Charles.
“The moment I sat next to you.”
“Thanks, but I think I’m going to pass,” I said as I walked toward the hallway.
“It was cool talking to you. Holla before you leave,” Charles said.
“Aight.”
I moved through the throb of hallway traffic into a large, dimly lit room filled with a carnival of handsome men with perfect bodies. The air was warm and thick with the intoxicating scent of sex. There were tables against the wall covered with candles. Two king-size beds were in the middle of the floor, with a frenzied tangle of bodies pleasuring each other.
I surveyed the room. A man with his back to the wall looked at me and smiled as he stroked his piece, which looked long and fat. As I moved closer to him, I paid more attention to his bean-brown muscular face with the black eyes of a bald eagle. My eyes moved down from his face to the lean muscularity of his abs and the curvature of his thighs.
“What’s good, fam?” he asked. The weight in my own penis had returned, and I found myself so close to him that I felt a whisper of breath passing between us.
“Looks like you,” I said.
“I hear you talking, but I like to let this do the talking.” He took my hand and placed it on his penis. I felt it for a few seconds, then pulled my hand back with the dampness of his sweat covering my palm.
He kissed me, and his lips were soft and warm.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Palmer. And yours?”
“Dion.”
“Would you like to find a private room?” he asked.
“Isn’t that extra?”
“I’m a Platinum
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