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Wanderlust- Working Hard (short story)

March 17, 2016

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Sequel to Down by the Swimming Hole

After we composed ourselves, Brad did before me, we went down to the barn.  The guys we passed laughed a little, pointed at us, made comments to each other but didn’t address us directly.  It was as if they knew what had happened, knew why we were there.  We worked for several hours at that usual chore of moving a wheel barrow down the aisle and cleaning out the shit with pitch forks.  I could see the sweat on Brad’s back.  My own body was quickly covered as well.  His underwear became transparent so I knew mine had done the same.  If I watched him too closely, the way his muscles moved, especially as he moved the wheel barrow, I got too excited. 

My ass hurt the entire time so I know his did as well.  There was a continued throb broken only by the movement of skin when I changed positions.  When the back of my underwear clung to my ass and I could feel it between my cheeks I knew anyone could see every detail as if I were naked but as useless as they were I couldn’t bring myself to take them off.  Even if they were transparent, I reasoned, at least they kept my dick and balls from swinging around so there was at least that.

Rocko checked on us a few times, a few other guys did as well.  Rocko only nodded to us but the other guys laughed a little at our predicament.  It seemed like every farm hand got a peek.  I thought the first couple were perverts just looking for a cheap thrill but as more came by I reasoned that it was more about our embarrassment, our humiliation.  Here I was the owner’s son brought low by one of their own.  I had to grin and bear it because I was afraid to run to my father, or even to my mother.  We had pulled a terrible prank on Rocko and we were getting what we deserved.

It took several hours for us to clean every stall, by the time we finished it was getting dark and the other guys had already started to bring in the horses.  I couldn’t look them in the eye when I passed them, just kept my head low.  When we were done and had everything back in place we stopped in the doorway.  Brad leaned against the wall to roll a cigarette.  I couldn’t help but notice his flat stomach, the way his muscles flexed as he breathed, the band of his briefs and his bulge.  He offered me a hit but I refused it.  I just wanted to go to bed, maybe steal a few drinks.  Just before I started to move he spoke. 

“Today was pretty bad,” he said.

“I just want it to be over,” I replied.

“We could do that,” he said, “or we could do something else.”

“What else?”

“It’s getting pretty dark and sometimes I go up to the top of the barn and lay out under the stars naked.  It’s kind of nice.”

“You do not,” I said.

He nodded to me before signaling for me to follow him.  I almost refused but somehow up on the barn under the stars in my underwear or going to bed, possibly passing my father, under the stars sounded better.  We made our way up to the roof unnoticed by anyone, crawled along the narrow top to a flat spot where we could lay side by side.  I watched as he rolled onto his back but I could barely see him there, except for those briefs that picked up a some light.  I did the same next to him.

The roof was hot.  It burned into my skin but in an almost pleasant way.  Conscientiously I put my hands on my stomach, made sure my feet were together, no part of me touched him, not even a little.  Within minutes he was asleep.  I looked up to the stars, picked them out one at a time trying to make the shapes they taught us in high school, but I could barely remember them.  Eventually I closed my eyes and fell asleep as well.

We woke when the air turned cold.  It was a slow awakening as we took in our surroundings, tried to comprehend our situation.  He scratched at his head and I felt itchy as well so I did the same.  We hadn’t bathed since working in the barn, I thought, we must be disgusting.  He scratched at his balls as he got to his knees, pulled the front of his underwear out a little and really went at it, but his scratching became rubbing.  I looked away to the stars trying to not think of my own dick.

“That was some day,” he said.  “What time do you think it is?”

I shrugged my shoulders and told him I didn’t know.

“I’d say it’s anywhere from two in the morning to four.  It usually gets cold between then but I can’t say for sure.  I felt like I slept all night.”

He stopped moving his hand and just kept it there cradling his cock and balls as if just the pressure felt good.

“Me too,” I replied.

“Do you think he’s going to hold a grudge against us?”

I hadn’t really thought about it.  He didn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge.  No, I thought, he had dealt his justice, my father on the other hand was something else.  I wasn’t sure what my father would do.

“I don’t think so,” I said.  “He got us pretty good, a spanking and mucking out the stalls in our underwear.  We’re not little boys.”

“That’s true.  Everything will probably be back to normal tomorrow.”

“Right,” I said.

“Well, almost everything, I’m sure the guys will have something to say about it.”

He scratched at his chest lazily with his other hand before he raised his elbow and sniffed at his armpit.  He let out a disgusted groan.  It was exciting to watch him and I felt my dick reacting a little.  I was unsure if he could make it out in the moonlight but I didn’t want to take the chance so I decided to keep him talking.

“Are you going to hold a grudge?” I asked.

“No, it’s over I guess.  As long as nothing else happens then I won’t do anything.  At least you can go home though, I have to bunk with the rest of the guys.”

“It was a prank that got out of control,” I said.

“Of course,” he said.

My brain was empty.  I couldn’t think of anything else.  Well my father but I didn’t want to think about that.  What else?

“I saw the way you were looking at him,” Brad said.

My body stiffened at the accusation, my face and ears warmed, but other parts of my body felt cooler.  I wanted to strike out at him, just one blow and I could send him off the building, but I stopped myself.  Instead I looked to him for some kind of response but he barely moved.  He just sat there on his knees with his hand under his briefs.

“It’s okay you know, I mean he might not appreciate it, but I won’t tell on you.  I’ve met guys like you before in the bars.  Sometimes they hit on me.  It’s kind of flattering.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve even fucked a couple of them.”

“What?”

“I know how it’s done.  I’ve done it.  I’m pretty good actually.”

“It didn’t mean anything.  Guys look at each other all of the time.  It’s natural.”

He shifted a little and got to his feet.  I looked up over his legs, past his crotch, to his stomach, muscled chest, and the silhouette of his head.  As he shifted a little I thought I could make out his dick.  When he pulled his hand out of his underwear I could definitely see it.

“I’m just saying.  I’ve done it but I’m not like that.  I’m not gay.”

“What?” I asked.

“Things happen between guys.  It’s natural for a guy like Rocko.  He’s attractive.  We don’t like to think about it that way but it’s true.  He’s kind of intimidating that way.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw,” I said.

“Okay, but just don’t sweat it.  It’s easy to be jealous, especially when you’re young.  You don’t have a lot of experience but I’ve seen and done it all.”

“Please,” I said.  “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Right,” he replied.  “Are you going to try and sneak into the house like you are or do you want to get cleaned up first?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Follow me,” he replied. 

It wasn’t a suggestion so much as an order, an order I thought about refusing, yet it had a certain kind of logic to it.  I didn’t want to sneak into the house as dirty as I was, certainly not get into bed.  He started to walk along the narrow roof.  Once his back was to me and I felt comfortable he wouldn’t look back I got up to my feet and followed him.  He paused for a moment to look at the moon when he got to the ladder before he climbed down into the barn.  I looked into the partially lit area certain that he would see every detail as I climbed down.  I would be vulnerable and I regretted that I got a little excited about the idea.  But I knew he wasn’t going to move on without me so I just did it.  I forced myself to climb down into the barn.

I was happy to see he had already moved on so I followed after him again, turned off the light as I passed the switch.  We climbed down into the lower part of the barn where the stalls were.  The lights were already off, a little moonlight came in through the windows.  The loudest sounds were those of the horses chewing hay and knocking against the walls with their hooves as they flexed.  It almost felt like the early mornings, yet it wasn’t the same.  We weren’t early.  We were out late.  I was lost in thought when Brad swatted me on the ass playfully and motioned for me to follow him.  He pulled open the main door, waited for me to pass, then closed it.

The darkness of the barn had been comforting, let me forget my state of undress, but outside in front of the barn we were under a pale light.  I realized then just how silly we looked in our boots and underwear.  Silly and yet somehow practical, I thought.  He rolled a cigarette, then led me around the side to a hose we kept there for washing down the horses.  It had a spray nozzle.

“Take off your underwear,” he said.

I froze as I looked to him.  As silly as I felt I still didn’t want to take off my underwear.  I could barely make him out in the darkness, mostly the cherry of his cigarette, but I knew the light was behind me so he at least could see my silhouette.  I shifted a little before I shook my head.

“Come on, hurry up, I’m getting tired.”

He’s just being practical, I thought.  I wanted to get clean but didn’t want him to be the one spraying me.  I decided to refuse and let him do whatever he wanted to do for himself, then afterwards I’d spray myself off.

“We don’t have all night,” he said.

“Just do yourself,” I replied.

“Whatever,” he said before he started to walk past me.

I watched him drag the hose to the front of the barn, under the main light.  There he took off his boots and underwear, set them on a dry rock.  I couldn’t move.  I wanted to look away but I was transfixed.  He started with his hair, moved down his neck, over his chest.  He cleaned his arm pits thoroughly, his arms, then moved back to his abs, down to his crotch, his thighs, knees, shins, and ankles.  After he washed his feet he moved up the backside to get every last spot. 

As he twisted his dick stuck out from him as water dripped off the end.  His pubic hair was matted down.  He sprayed over his ass cheeks before he squatted down a little to spray the water up at his hole.  He let out a moan of surprise as he almost dropped the sprayer, then laughed at himself before he went back at it with more determination.  His jaw clenched tight he sprayed himself for a long time between his hole and his balls before he suddenly stopped and stood up completely. 

My own dick was hard and straining in my underwear from the sight of what he had just done.  I thought it being my own tongue not the hose at his taint, sneaking between his cheeks.  If the front of my underwear wasn’t noticeably wet I thought they would be soon.  He looked to me and I almost retreated into the shadows but he motioned for me to step closer.  I hesitated before I stepped forward a little, more into the light I was sure he could see my erection, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead he offered me the sprayer which I took carefully, not wanting even our fingers to touch because I was sure if they did it would send a signal through my body, cause me to freak out and run away.  The sprayer in my hand he turned away from me and asked me to spray his back.  I could feel the water run down over my hand and I knew it was cold, really cold.  I shook my head in disbelief that someone would subject themselves to it but I went ahead anyway, hit him in the middle of the back causing him to whoop and swear as he readied himself.  I sprayed every inch slowly until he could take no more, then told me to stop. 

I thought it was over but he turned to me and looked down to his crotch.  I looked to it as well to see his erection had gone down.  Even cold and soft it was still pretty big, maybe bigger than my own.  We both stared for a long time.  It felt like a moment of bonding until he grinned at me and looked to my crotch where I still had an erection.  He motioned for me to hand over the sprayer.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Looks like you need to be cooled down,” he said.

I looked away from him to the rest of the farm, looked for any sign of someone watching us.  There was no one else.  They were all asleep.  It was just the two of us.  It was just me and him.  His naked body, me in my underwear and boots, and a hose.  As strange as it was I felt more willing to be sprayed down.  I handed it over, stepped away to where he put his boots and slid mine off as well before taking off my underwear.  I covered my crotch with my hands and walked back to him. 

“Okay, let’s have it,” I said with my covered by both hands.

He sprayed me in the chest, moved down to my abs, then to my crotch where I took away my hands.  He sprayed my dick until it shrunk, then moved back up.  He told me to start washing myself so I did.  I washed each place he hit me with water for as long as he sprayed it there.  My arm pits, my hair, my chest, and crotch were all easy enough, right down to my toes, but that’s when he told me to turn around.  He moved back up over my body, over my ass, the small of my back to my shoulders and for a moment I thought I had gotten out of something.  I was ready to call it a night.

“Bend over and spread those cheeks boy,” he said.

There was humor in his voice and yet that command was so undignified, so blunt that I almost refused, but as he kept spraying me with the cold water I felt like I just had to get it over with so I did it.  I bent over, reached back, and spread my ass cheeks.  The water hit the insides of my cheeks first before really getting into my ass as hitting my hole.  I heard him step closer and the water got harder.  It felt like it was really getting in there and for a moment it felt really good until I realized just how cold it was and just how exposed I was to him, to anyone.  I let go, stood up, and stepped away from him before I turned to him.  He held the sprayer with one hand and his dick in the other as he slowly jerked it. 

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said.  “There’s nothing to be scared of, it’s just me.  I can show you how to have fun.  It’s easy.  I promise it won’t hurt.”

I gulped.  His hand continued to move and I watched him.  He set the hose down and walked to me, got close.  He asked if he could touch me and I told him he could.  He reached out with his other hand and took hold of my dick.  He stroked it a few times.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

I felt a renewed warmth in my crotch that moved from my dick into the rest of my body.  It pulsed through me in expanding and greater strength until it reached my lips.  He moved to kiss me and I let him.  His lips felt like foreign objects.  My lips did too, foreign and yet a part of me.  It felt like he was kissing me with electric lips as I felt the shocks travel through me right to my stomach, to my dick.  His tongue slipped into my mouth, a warm, wet invader that felt like it would fill my mouth and cause me to suffocate until I started to kiss back.  His hands left our dicks and went to my shoulders, down to my arms.  His fingertips pressed into my skin as we continued to kiss. 

I felt like I had won the jackpot.  I wanted it all right there and right then.  I had to have it.  I had to get off.  And I didn’t care who saw me.  I pulled away from his kiss ready to do anything and everything when he stopped me and told me we should go somewhere else.  We looked around to make sure no one was going to stop us before he retrieved our boots and underwear and went back into the barn. 

Our hard dicks stuck out from us as we ran.  It was funny to see him run with a hard on and it felt silly to be doing it.  We got back inside easily, climbed up into the hay loft.  I was wary of the rungs of the ladder.  He opened the loft door partially to let in some light before we went back at each other.  He was aggressive as he took hold of me, pushed me to the pile of hay.  I fell onto my back and it felt like a million needles going into my skin but I tried to not let it bother me. 

He pulled his lips from mine, a string of spit fell down over my chin as he moved to my neck where he bit and sucked at the skin.  His hands ran along my arms to my wrists where he playfully pinned them for a moment as I felt his teeth move down my chest to my nipple.  He bit it softly before using his tongue to circle the tip, one then the other.  His wet lips moved down my stomach to my crotch, through my pubic hair to my hard dick.  He licked at the base and it felt like two parts of me as the head swelled.

It was possibly the hardest I had ever been.  His tongue left a trail of spit down to my balls.  He licked and sucked at them.  He took one in his mouth as I felt his fingers on my knees, then up my thighs, down under them he raised my legs, got a good hold at the backs of my knees and pushed my feet high into the air as he moved down over my taint with his tongue, a string of nerves that fired off one at a time until he got to my hole where he pressed into my flesh, worked into me.  I reached for my own dick, the sensitive head slipped through my fingers as it was covered in ejaculate. 

The pleasure of the feeling of him rimming me made me writhe on the hay, a million new needles into my flesh I rolled my head into my back as I grunted.  I could feel the sweat in the small of my back, the ache of my thighs, my hard dick as I rubbed the shaft carefully, and the bulbous end of my dick that felt so full and hot.  He sucked and tickled me with his tongue, each moment of pressure giving me a suggestion of what it would feel like to have him inside me.  He let go of my legs so I strained to keep them in the air as he moved his hands down to my ass.  His fingers pressed into my wet opening, forced me, pulled at me, until I thought he had split me in two. 

A sensation of pleasure ran through me that cause me to grunt and moan.  I realized I was holding my breath and forced myself to breath, in then out.  His fingers rubbed at me, pushed into me, pulled at me as his tongue got deeper.  He was getting me ready, prepping me and I wanted it.  I wanted him.

When he pulled his tongue out, ran it up with his fingers over my body I knew it was time as I felt his dick pushed against my hole.  His hands found their way up my sides, his tongue ran over my stomach until it reached the middle of my chest where he kissed and bit.  He reached for my wrists and I let him take them as I felt him maneuver into me, press into me.  He had me under the full weight of his body as I felt it slowly going inside all of the way to the base.  His balls tickled at my ass for a moment before he pulled back out, then pushed back into me, each time I could feel all the parts of my body as if they were separate yet just as powerful. 

After a few strokes he began to work me faster and harder as he bit into my skin his fingers got tighter around my wrists.  I turned my head to look at him, a bit of straw stuck in my hair.  He grunted as he battered at me, sweat covered his body in a thin sheen.  I could smell him, myself, the ejaculate.  My hard dick rubbed up against my abs as he bent me into position.  I heard the slap of skin against skin as I felt him there going faster and faster, deep inside of me I felt a new sensation that was like a tickle, a kind of pleasant shock that made me think for a moment I was going to piss myself.  It was the type of pleasure that felt like it was going to overwhelm me as it spread through my body.  I tried to reach for my dick to finish myself off but he just held my wrists as he continued to pump.  His eyes were closed, head turned away slightly with his warm cheek pressed against my pectoral muscle.  He groaned and pushed against me, pulled at my wrists for a long moment before he let go with his head still resting on me, his body went limp, pressed down onto my dick.  It was the only touch I needed as I felt an orgasm better than any other I could have given myself. 

Ejaculate pushed out of my dick into the crevice between our warm bodies.  He gave a little laugh before he pushed himself up from me.  He pulled himself from me.  I felt him slide out, followed by his ooze.  He steadied himself before he moved beside me and sat next to me.  I reached down to my hole.  It felt open and pulsing in a way that I had never known could happen and I felt his ejaculate there running out of me.  I touched some of it, pushed my finger around in the soft skin to get any last sensation, then fell onto my back.  My slime covered dick began began to soften as I felt it laying against my warm thigh.  He touched my stomach, ran his fingers through the puddle of goo, moved it around, and began to laugh. 

Every muscle in my body was strained.  I didn’t feel like I could walk.  I didn’t feel like I could sit up.  I was happy.  I was exhausted.  My skin felt hard and dry from being in the sun, my muscles ached from working and then having sex, and he was still there, beside me, touching my chest.  I thought it was over.  I thought it would never happen again and I was afraid of going to sleep then seeing him the next day.  But then he lay down beside me on his side, his hand went to my dick as he moved his face to mine.  He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue into my mouth.  We kissed for a few moments before he pulled away.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said.

“I promise I won’t,” I replied.

“But we can still have more fun,” he said.

“What are you thinking,” I asked.

“You and me, out on the range...”

I laughed a little.

“Not literally, but we could do it.  Go out and sack up together, bring a dog and a few horses.  No one has to know.”

I sighed as I put my hand over his as he teased my dick.  I thought he was just another Casanova Cowboy and now he wanted to do it again.  Was it the promise of some relationship or just another bit of fun?

Place Your Bets Pt. 1

After a three day weekend in Vegas the cross I wear around my neck and my wedding ring became the costume of a character I had always pretended to be.  I hadn’t been there previously and when I got the chance to travel there for work I was psyched to do it.  My wife thought it was nice they were trusting me with the opportunity and thought it could lead to a big promotion in my company.  I was wary of what I knew was ahead of me though. 

Men could get raunchy, and business men were the worst.  I had taken clients out to strip clubs and bars, got them laid but had always avoided cheating on my wife for the most part except when one stripper forced her tongue in my mouth once but then I got out of that pretty quickly.

Guys talk.  They brag about anything and everything they did and didn’t do.  I had learned the cadence and the vernacular to fit in any situation but I didn’t really mean it.  Even though I said all these things I thought of myself as being sexless and committed.

So three days would be hard but I had gotten through lots of situations before.  And really once I committed I wasn’t backing out.

It was a long drive from L.A. with my assistant and he had come prepared as he had been there before with his previous boss.  We loaded a rental car at my house with our bags, snacks and a cooler for the road. 

He was casual about the whole situation.   He kicked off his sandals as soon as he was in the passenger seat and reclined with a sleep mask and a family size bag of Cheetos that he rested in his lap.  He ate whatever he wanted but he was skinny.  And young, much younger than myself.  So capable at his job I wondered why he hadn’t been promoted.

We listened to Sirius radio half of the time until he grew bored and pulled his MP3 player from his pants pocket and told me he’d put on some tunes.  “Just hit shuffle,” he said.  I adjusted the cruise control and worked to plug in the player.  I hit shuffle and obnoxious rap began to play.  Stuff I wouldn’t really listen to but I couldn’t deny it sounded good.

Even if it was obnoxious it seemed appropriate and I went along just like with every other situation.  When we got to the city it was evening and the sun had begun to set.  My assistant, Brad, pulled off his sleep mask and sat up.  He grinned at the neon lights and said it was his favorite city in the whole wide world.  I asked him if he had been to very many cities of the world sarcastically and he shook his head at my cynicism and said that he had.  I was impressed.

He knew the place well enough that he gave me directions to the hotel.  When we got there he was quick to find someone to help with the luggage and told the valet just to park the car on the side because we would be back out in five.

Five what? I thought.  But it didn’t matter.  It was his show so I went with him to the counter where we checked in and then up to the room with the bagman behind us. 

When we got to the room he pushed open the door and began to turn on every light.  I walked in to find that he had gotten a suite for us.  But then I was instantly disappointed when I found there was only one bedroom then when I went in there I was shocked to find only one large master bed.

The bell hop right behind me smirked at my shock but when I turned on him he cleared his throat, setup the bags and held out his hand for a tip.  Brad had already begun to strip down and was in his underwear before I could get the money from my wallet.  In my anxiety I handed the man a five dollar bill.

The bellhop pulled the door closed and I looked back to Brad who stood at the window in a pair of briefs scratching at his side lazily.  He was as skinny as I thought and I could make out his ribs and spine easily.  One foot went up against his other calf to scratch at it and I could see the cleft of his buttocks easily.

He was my assistant but I was shocked by his brazen attitude and decided that I was still the boss so I told him to get dressed. 

“In a minute,” he said.  “Come here and look at this view.”

I walked to where he stood and was instantly taken with the view.

“Tonight we go out to have some fun in this city,” he said.  “Get dressed in your second best suit while I go shower.”  He dropped his underwear right there and walked away from me. 

I looked after him partially in shock but also a bit angry only to see his buttocks jiggle nicely as he walked.  A skinny man with a nice ass, I thought, such a weird sight. 

I looked around the room and suddenly became embarrassed about the way he treated it like a locker room.  It was too nice.  I was about to pick up everything when I thought it would make me look like his assistant instead of the other way around. 

His casual nudity and being inconsiderate was a new thing for him.  He was never like this at the office so I decided that when he got out of the shower I would talk with him.  My second best suit, I thought.  I went about unpacking all of my clothes and hung my jackets in the closet before I remembered there was only the one bed and a couch out in the main room to sleep on. 

Maybe we’d flip for the bed or else I could pull rank and make him sleep out there.  I finished unpacking and stopped to listen to see if he was still in the shower.  When I heard the water still running I decided it was the best time to change.  What kind of night did he have planned?
Gambling, drinking, and girls all came to mind.  I made quick work of putting on my second best suit and had time to check my hair in the room’s mirror before I heard the water stop. 

I remembered that the last time I saw him he was naked and not wanting him to think I was waiting around in the room to check him out or else see him naked I decided to head to the main room.  I looked over the amenities.  Five dollars just for a bottle of water!

I was reading the room service menu and looking out at the city when I saw his reflection in the window.  He had a hotel towel wrapped around his waist and his body was still partially wet.  His hair wasn’t dry.  He went to the mini bar and got two glasses and a bottle of Scotch that he brought over to me at the desk by the window.  He went back for ice and quickly poured two drinks.  I still had the menu in my hand and looked at him with suspicion as he handed me the glass of liquor.

“Sorry for being such a jerk but I just get so excited when I get here.  Don’t worry I’ll clean up before we leave because it’s always nice to come back to a clean room.”  He raised his glass and I was taken with his sincerity so we clinked glasses.  “Here’s to new times and fun.”

“To new times and fun,” I replied.

We each took a deep drink, then he went about the room, as he had said he would, cleaning up after himself.  He even took our glasses to the sink and put away the bottle.  He was taking so long that I turned on the television. 

Things were fine again until he stopped in front of the screen while I was watching the news report and pulled his towel off, then began to dry his hair, patted at the rest of his body.  I could see him from the side and make out his limp dick, a few inches flaccid, and his black pubic hair that gleamed with dew. 

I told myself it wasn’t gay to look.  I had checked out guys all the time and they checked me out too.  It was a guy thing ever since I was in high school to see what the competition was like.
It gave me comfort to know that there was this thing that God made different for everyone in length and girth when limp or hard as a rock.  And dicks didn’t look like the people they were attached to.  I knew many handsome men with small ones and average guys with big ones.  He slung the towel over his shoulder and walked from the room.  I saw his muscled ass and I rolled my eyes.

It didn’t take him long to get dressed after his little show.  By the time he was ready though I felt like I was being dragged along, though the feeling vanished when we got to the first bar in our own hotel.  We had a few drinks but the place wasn’t very busy so there weren’t many people around.  He looked like he was on a mission and I wasn’t surprised when he told me we were going somewhere else.  The second bar at the hotel next door was a little more lively with a karaoke machine and amateurs trying to sing their favorite tunes.  We only lasted a few drinks there before he said he was calling a taxi for us.  I tried to protest but his youth, his enthusiasm, was overwhelming.

That’s how we ended up at the bar that would change my life.  The place was crowded, a mix of heterosexual couples and gay men.  I thought it was a little odd at first for him to bring me here, especially when I saw the drag show, but then he gave me a drink and we found a table near a group of men and women.  I looked them over and figured there were at least a few women who might be heterosexual, especially when they took note of us, well Brad. 

“I signed you up next, the guy behind the bar said it wouldn’t be difficult to get you a dress and some makeup,” he said.

“Very funny,” I replied.  “A few more of these and I might just do it.”

I was feeling pretty drunk by the time I took another sip of my drink.  I knew I had to eat something so I looked around for a menu.  There wasn’t one.  Impulsively I got up from my seat and headed to the bar to ask the bartender.  He handed me a few bowls of snack food.  I wanted something more but took them anyway. 

When I got back to the table with Brad I almost walked past it because two other people were sitting there with him.  He motioned for me and I looked at him confused before I realized the place was crowded.  I moved to the empty chair and sat with them.  Brad leaned close to me, his lips at my ear.

“These are my friends Tucker and Pete,” he said.  “They just stopped by for a drink.  Do you mind?”

I looked to Tucker and Pete who seemed preoccupied with the show.  They looked harmless.  Boy, was I wrong.  They talked with Brad and drank.  I started eating my snacks.  I felt like a glutton and selfish so I offered them to the table.  Brad slid my drink to me.

“Finish this and I’ll get you another,” he said.

I picked up my drink, looked over the amount inside, braved myself to what I would feel, and downed it.  Brad left for the bar and I looked to the two men at my table.  They looked back to me and for a moment I thought one of them was going to speak but they didn’t.  I was thankful when Brad returned and broke the tension.

Despite my snacks the next drink began to hit me hard, or else it was all the ones before catching up with me.  I asked Brad if we could leave and he said we could.  He told Tucker and Pete, both of whom looked disappointed and whispered something back to him. 

“Do you mind if they come back for a drink?”

I just wanted out of there and anything sounded good as long as it meant I was getting to my feet and back to my room, back to my bed.

“It’s fine,” I said.  “Let’s get out of here.”

I looked around at the table as they finished their drinks, then began to get up.  I thought about sobering up so I decided to down my last drink.  I got my feet and started to follow after them.  I was okay until they stopped and I ran into Brad.  He laughed me off, put my arm around his shoulder.  He escorted me out to the parking lot where Tucker said he had a car.  Brad led me to the backdoor and helped me inside before going around to the other side.  He helped me buckle my seat belt before I stretched my head back against the rest.  Tucker seemed to drive fast, hug the curves.  I let out a moan and closed my eyes. 

It wasn’t really sleep and when they pulled up to the hotel I sat up and opened my eyes, smiled at the sight.  When I struggled with the buckle Brad released it for me.  I got out slowly, closed the door and leaned against it.  Tucker handed over the keys to the valet and Pete looked to me with concern.

“I’m alright,” I said.

“Let me help you,” he replied.

I started to push away from the car but realized I didn’t feel good.  Pete and Brad on either side of me moved in and took hold of my arms, wrapped them over their shoulders.  I didn’t resist as they walked me from the car and into the hotel.  I hung my head though, afraid I would see anyone and hoped no one would recognize me.  They got me into the elevator and Tucker stepped in with us, pressed the button for my floor.  The elevator was quick but I managed to hold myself together and not get sick.  It was a slow walk to our room.  Brad let us in with a key.  They led me to the bed where I tried to sit but they insisted I lay on my stomach.

Hours later I awoke to the sound of the television and the guys talking in whispered voices.  I rolled onto my back, my dick stuck out against in my pants as I realized I had to piss.  Luckily, I thought, I was in the shadows.  I looked to them in the corner of the room around a small table.  They seemed to notice I was awake but I didn’t want them to really notice me, notice my erection, so I slid to the bed and put my feet over the side.  I looked to the clock and noticed it was two o’clock in the morning.  I shook off the annoyance and headed to the bathroom once my erection subsided. 

After I pissed I washed my face with some water and dried off, combed my hair and looked myself over in the mirror.  I looked tired but I didn’t feel like sleeping.  I hadn’t drank like that since college and I remembered whenever I did that I only slept a few hours to let the alcohol wear off.  I went back out to the room and started to walk towards the guys when I noticed something peculiar on the floor.  It was clothes.

There were pants, socks, and shoes.  I looked up the table where I realized Brad was down to his undershirt while Pete and Tucker were probably missing some pants.  Why the pants before the shirts?  I shook off the thought and went to them.  They looked up to me and I smiled back.

“How are you feeling?” Brad asked.

“Fine,” I said.  “Not really, I’m not used to this.”

“Get yourself a drink at the bar,” Pete said.

“That’s a good idea,” I replied before I headed to the mini-bar.

“Want in on the next game?” Tucker asked.

I rolled my eyes at the thought, but to be polite I asked what they were playing.

“Strip poker,” Pete said.

I nodded to myself at the obvious answer as I poured myself a drink.  I downed it and picked up a second bottle, headed back to the table with my glass in the other hand.  There was an empty chair so I took it.  They each looked at their cards before they looked at me or around the room.  I laughed nervously before I emptied the second bottle into my glass.

“Read ‘em and weep,” Brad said before he laid down his cards.

The other two moaned in frustration as they threw their cards on the table in defeat, then they both took off their shirts and tossed them out onto the floor far from the game.  I laughed a little at them and started to feel confident.  If I joined now I would clearly have an advantage. 

“Well?” Pete asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

Brad collected the cards and started to shuffle them.  I could see by the way he manipulated them that he was a little drunk.  They were all down to their undershirts and underwear.  It could be easy to beat them.  I shook my head a little to try and get myself to stop from joining but an impulse rose up from my stomach.  A quick game, they’d lose and then be gone, I told myself before I started to speak.

“Sure, I’ll play a hand or two, but I’m not taking anything off to make it even.  I start with all of my clothes.”

“No problem,” Tucker said.

The other guys agreed and Brad dealt the cards.  I had a pair of fives so I decided to stick it out.  I lost the first hand to Tucker who had a pair of Kings.  I slipped off my shoes but actually relaxed when I got them off.  The games slowed down after that as we all talked and joked with each other.  Tucker lost his socks, Pete lost his undershirt, and eventually Brad lost his as well, but in turn I lost articles of clothing as well. 

In just a few rounds I was down to my underwear and undershirt.  Unlike them I took off my socks and shirt first, then my pants.  It was kind of embarrassing to lose them but after I sat down Pete poured me another drink. 

“Looks like the last bottle,” he said.

“No problem, I got something in my suitcase,” Brad said.

He got up from the table.  I could see he had on white briefs. He crossed the room to his suitcase.  The movement caught my attention and in my drunken stupor I followed him with more than my eyes.  He had a great ass, I thought.  I could feel myself getting a little excited about the prospect of seeing him naked.  That’s when I realized I had relaxed in my chair and my knees were far apart, my hard dick poked out of my underwear.

When he got back and the guys seemed distracted by pouring drinks I sat up, put my knees together and tucked my dick between my thighs with one hand.  I thought no one noticed and decided to join them in another drink.  Why not?  Now we’re playing for serious stakes, I thought. 

Tucker dealt the cards and I felt renewed confidence as I had two Kings and Jack.  Pete folded easily.  Tucker wasn’t far behind him.  It came down to me and Brad.  I wanted it all.  I wanted everything to be decided.

“I’m all in,” I said.

“I just have my underwear,” he said.

“Sounds like you need to add something then,” Pete said.

I looked at the two of them who laughed and leaned onto the table.

“What could you add?” Tucker said.

“Something important,” Pete said.

“What do you think?” Brad asked.

He leaned forward into the light and I could see his small, muscled chest clearly.  He had perfect nipples, just the right amount of development.  I wanted to give them a twist.  My dick hardened between my thighs.  It reminded me of the hazing at a fraternity, just some good, nasty guy fun, but then I worried it would be too much.  Would they all think I’m a pervert?

“I say you have to give us a little dance,” Tucker said.

“I nice little strip tease,” Pete said.

I thought my face went red at the suggestion so I leaned back a little, made sure my dick was secure especially because it felt a little slick.  I coughed and looked around the room hoping some other idea would occur to me.  Something occurred to me.

“How about a wedgie?” I asked.

The guys laughed.  Tucker clapped me in the shoulder and said, “now he’s getting into it.”

“I don’t know,” Brad said.

“It’s a wedgie,” Pete added.

“How about it?” Tucker asked.

“I guess.” 

Brad looked over at me.  How could I have come up with such an idea?  Why did I want to humiliate him?  A wedgie didn’t sound worse than a strip tease.  Lots of guys get wedgies for lots of different reasons. 

“There we go,” Tucker said.

“I don’t know though.  We’re talking about all his clothes versus a wedgie,” Pete said.  I could tell he was trying to instigate something.  “How about the loser gets a wedgie?”
I shook my head.

“Come on,” Tucker said.  “It’s a good thing to bet.”

I liked the idea of giving him a wedgie better than getting one.  I shook my head again and sat back.  Both Tucker and Pete looked at me, kept at me.  Brad covered his eyes and I started to think I really had him.  He didn’t have the cards.  I sat back up.

“I’ll still do the dance,” Brad said.

“That’s good,” Pete said.

“Now it’s getting good.”

“Well?” Brad asked.

“Okay,” I replied, “you have to dance for all of us though.”

Brad nodded his head.  Pete and Tucker sat back laughing, adjusted themselves, took a drink.  I had another myself.  Brad did too.

“We should make this really good though.  A strip dance doesn’t sound too bad now with a wedgie on the line.”

“Guys,” I said.

“No, come on, you guys are going to be here all weekend.  We should make this good,” Tucker said. 

“Come on guys,” Brad said.

“Oh, he’s getting nervous,” Pete laughed.  He looked to me.  “How about you?  Are you feeling nervous?  Do you think you have the cards?”

I looked at my hand, then up to the guys and smiled.

“He’s got it,” Tucker said.

“How about you?” Pete asked as he looked to Brad.

Brad shifted in his seat, then looked at his cards.  He smiled back at them, looked to me. 

“What about the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the weekend?” Tucker asked.  “It’ll be fun.  Winner doesn’t have to worry about chores.”

I shook my head.  Brad laughed a little.

“Ew, this is good,” Pete said.  “I wish I still was in the game.”

Was this some kind of setup?  Were they trying to see if I was some kind of pervert who got off on humiliating someone?  After all they all knew each other. 

“Guys, I think this is going too far,” I said.

“A weekend is too much,” Brad said.

“How about a day?” Pete asked.  “Maybe one night.”

“One day,” Brad said.

“Come on guys,” I pleaded.

It was too much.  I wanted it.  I wanted him.  The odds were high but I was confident I had the better hand and I was eager to gain something on Brad ever since I shook his hand.  I could get my revenge on him.  He’d have to strip down in front of me and the other guys, then he’d have to do whatever I wanted.  I wouldn’t have to lift a finger the rest of the weekend.  I’d could teach him a thing or two.  He’d have to respect me.  He’d respect me after this weekend.

“Deal,” Brad said before he laid down his cards.

For a moment I worried that I’d lost.  He had such confidence, but then I leaned in to set my cards down and quickly recognized I had the better hand.  I laid down my cards and the guys laughed as they looked to Brad who covered his face with his hands.  He turned away from us and let out a moan of agony.

Ring Finger (unpublished)

On my second drink which I was nursing slowly and feeling like I needed to get out of the bar to go home and jerk off before I fell asleep I sighed before looking up the television, then down to the young man who just stepped up.  I had spotted him before with some friends in the corner, other young men, flamboyant and obviously gay, but they had all departed and he was alone.

Just shorter than myself with stylish blonde hair, glasses, an oval and hairless face, he looked about twenty, a college student, and he looked bored, irritated even.

“Excuse me, but I don’t have my glasses.  Could you tell me the time on the clock over there?” I asked.

He looked to the clock at the end of the bar near the bottles of alcohol, smirked, and then looked back to me.  He looked me up and down and I knew he was figuring I wasn’t much to look at.  I was thirty-five, soft, with a receding hairline, and wearing a suit and tie.

“Is that some kind of pick up line?” he asked.

“Me?  Oh no,” I said before holding up my left hand to show him my wedding ring.  “I’m married.”

“Really?”

“This isn’t a gay bar is it?  I mean, not to say that you are, but you’re friends, and you thinking, well, that I was trying to pick you up or come on to you.”

He smiled at me, a superior grin, but there was kindness in his eyes.  He made his way down the few feet of bar and stood next to me.

“It’s not a gay bar.  I guess with my friends we get pretty campy,” he said.  “Jesus, is it that obvious?”

“Well, I mean, thinking I was, you know,” I said.

I thumbed my ring and looked away from his blue eyes to the wood, then to our partial reflections, covered a little by more bottles.

“I didn’t mean anything.  It’s just, you know, this is a college town and guess I’m used to guys hitting on me.”

“Guys like me?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re way out of my league,” I said.

“You think so,?” he asked.  “What do you know about it?”

I smirked before taking a sip of my drink to keep the buzz.

“It’s been years but I’m not much to look at and you, well, you’re muscular, young, and have a cute face, the blonde hair...”

“You think I’m cute?  I thought you were married,” he said.

“Well, I am but I can still look,” I said.  “Not that, I mean, you know.”

He smiled at me as if I had made some fatal mistake, revealed something to him I didn’t want him to know, anyone to know, some latent instinct, some true desire.

“And where is your wife on this particular night?” he asked.

“Back home,” I said.

“Far from here?”

“Very far,” I said.  “I’m on a business trip.  I have a room over at the Norman Hotel.  It’s nice.  I got bumped up to a deluxe for free since they don’t have many guests.  It’s the one good thing about this trip.”

“Business didn’t go so well?”

“No,” I said.  “I’m in publishing.”

“Really?  I didn’t think anyone was in that anymore.”

“There are still a few of us,” I said.

“Well, let me buy you another drink,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

I downed my drink and he signaled to the bartender.  When the woman got to us he ordered a drink for each of us but when she returned with the bottle I motioned for him to wait and reached for my own wallet.

“I said, I got this.”

“Well, you’re in college,” I said.  “You need to save your cash for textbooks.  I have an expense account.”

“Hey, I can afford one drink for a friend,” he said.  “Besides my textbooks are all novels I pick up at the used bookstore.”

“A friend?” I asked.

“Yeah, tell me about the publishing industry.  Like, how does a young writer get into it these days?”

“Unfortunately, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed,” I said.

“Bore me with the details,” he said.

I sipped from my drink trying to recall all the details I could about the publishing industry, then sort them into discernible lessons I could tell this young man.  I started with the slush pile, something he seemed to know and went into the details about how the industry worked and still works.  He smiled and listened as I told him a few details he didn’t know.  I thought I was boring to him until he ordered another drink for us but this time I paid despite him reaching into his pocket.  He smiled at me and I smiled back.  He got comfortable and began telling me what he knew.  We were exchanging ideas.  We talked about two hundred years of publishing.  We were making jokes and laughing at them.  And somehow our conversation moved on, into an easy dialogue as we continued to drink.

Once, when he reached into his pocket I motioned to stop him, my hand got too close and I touched the sleeve of his sweater.  I felt the soft fabric and looked up to him embarrassed about being so clumsy but he only smiled back at me.  Did he think I had revealed something else to him?  I pulled back my hand, looked away, and cleared my throat as I pulled out some cash from my pocket.

“Cash?” he asked.

“Too many drinks,” I said.  “I can only lie about so many.”

“But now it’s getting expensive for you too,” he said.

“Too bad we’re not back at my room,” I said.  “I have lots to drink there.”

He laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“You are trying to pick me up,” he said.

I held out my hand with the ring and showed it o him.

“Let me see that thing,” he said.  “Did you get that out of cereal box?”

He took hold of my hand and I could feel his warm fingers against my skin.  I liked the feeling of it, but I was drunk.  He looked at my ring, got closer, closer.  He touched it and twisted it around my finger.

“Feels real enough,” he said.

“This should be our last drink here,” he said.

“Here?” I asked.

“You said you have more and I’m too drunk to take the bus back to the college.  Besides I’m not sure if they are still running,” he said.

I paid for our drinks and we made small talk until they were finished before he excused himself to go the bathroom.  I retrieved my coat and hat from the coat check area and waited for him by the door.  I could tell he wasn’t as drunk as I felt by the way he walked to me and took hold of my collar and pulled me out to the sidewalk.  We laughed and he let me go.

“You’re a tease,” I said.

“Oh god, I am,” he said.  “I love to get guys worked up.”

We heard conversation around us, realized someone, others, could hear our conversation and laughed again.  We walked away towards my hotel.  He was slightly ahead of me and I quickly found I needed to pee so I told him we had to hurry.

“Just step into an alley and go there.  No one will see you, this is downtown.”

“Sh, now everyone knows,” I said.

He raised his arms into the winter snowflakes.  “No one’s around,” he said.
I let out a laugh and looked to the windows.  He was right.  No one was around and no one was looking.  I thought about how far it was back to the hotel and decided I needed to go sooner than that.

I told him I wanted to go in the next alley.  He pointed one out to me and I stepped to it, into the shadows, around a dumpster where I felt no one would see and unzipped my fly.  He waited on the sidewalk looking both ways.  I suddenly realized this stranger was responsible for my safety.  He could just as easily robbed me, stepped into the shadows, knocked me down, taken my wallet and my ring.

“Hurry up,” he said.

“Someone coming?”

“No but it’s cold out here,” he said.

I finished my business and zipped up before walking back out and looking both ways before we continued.  We had conspired.  We were in a conspiracy.  We got to the hotel easily enough and I led the way into the elevator, to my floor, and to my room where I stopped in the doorway and leaned against the door.

“Before we go in there,” I said.  “I don’t remember the state I left it in and there could be something embarrassing out.”

“Like porn?” he asked.

“Like my underwear,” I said.

He stepped to me and leaned against the other side of the door frame.  He looked me in the eye and looked back at him.  It was a moment of some spiritual connection, I thought.

“I have one question for you,” he said.

This is it, I thought, he’s going to ask me if I’m gay.  I’m going to deny it and maybe, just maybe he’ll believe me.

“Boxer or briefs?” he asked.

“Briefs,” I said.

He nodded.

“What?” I asked.

“Older guys, married guys, wear the tighty whites.  Their wives buy them because they’re cheap so she can spend the money on other things for the family,” he said.

“Is that so?” I asked.

“My father was the same way,” he said.

He took the keycard from my wallet in my breast pocket and was about to slide it in the lock when he stopped me with a touch of his fingers to my hand.  I looked up to him.  He smiled.

“Are you a little bit curious?” he asked.

I looked out into the hallway but no one was around, possibly even awake.

“Curious?” I asked.  “I’m not your type.  We’re not even in the same league.”

“Fuck that,” he said.  “Bodies are bodies, flesh is flesh.  Would I show you off to my friends?  Probably not, but this isn’t that,” he said.

I gulped.  He was making his move.  Maybe we could have some fun, I thought.  He was young, cute, and likable.  Bodies are bodies, flesh is flesh, I thought.

“Just tell me you’re curious,” he said.

I gulped.

“I’m curious,” I said.

“Ever had sex with a man before?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I’ll show you everything you need to know,” he said.

I looked to the handle where my hand twitched with nervousness.  I stuck the card in until the light turned green and he opened the door.  He grabbed my tie, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled me inside where he took the card from the lock, closed the door, and pulled me into a kiss.