While waiting for our brunch compatriots my husband and I, like most people these days, had the bad habit of using our phones instead of making small talk or paying much attention to the people around us. He was shopping online while also perusing through nearby gay men on his hookup app. It wasn’t just to find someone for a hookup, because he did that occasionally, but he had a game he liked to play of trying to identify men from their pictures and proximity, especially if there wasn’t a face. He also had a knack, like me, of picking out the fake accounts of people using pictures of male porn models. He chuckled to himself before holding his phone for me to see a picture of a slim young man, no face, abs and big dick.
“I think that’s the waiter over there,” he said.
I looked over to the waiter then to the picture. It could be, I thought, and agreed with a nod of my head before looking back to my own phone where I was searching through personal ads on a spanking app. I was determined to find someone, a man, and soon. Gay or straight didn’t matter as much as wanting to be spanked by another man. I had marked several as prospects when I came upon and ad that struck me to the heart.
Ad: My name is Luke, 24, recently moved out of my parents’ home after getting a job after college. I’ve been on my own for 6 months and have picked up some bad habits: binge drinking, anonymous hookups, poor eating, and spending all of my money. I’m really stressed about my job and losing it because I really don’t want to move back with my parents if I can’t find another one. Everyone at work is a backstabber and my boss is really passive aggressive so I don’t know where I stand with him because he’s not very responsible himself. I’m looking for a disciplinarian relationship, nothing sexual, probably. Is there anyone who can help me?
I sighed at the ad. It was the content and also the premise as many young men have flaked on me about 85% of the time, most never respond to my first message, few make it to the first meeting, and even less return for more. But there was something about it, the fact that it was so well composed and he knew what he wanted. I clicked for a response:
Response: Hello Luke, I’m an experienced dom, not necessarily interested in a sexual relationship but open to it if things develop. I do set strict personal boundaries though and really I’m looking for a young man into being spanked or who wants to try it. I have had relationships with young men like yourself looking for a disciplinary relationship rather than a sexual one, gay and straight. I’d be willing to meet with you sometime, we could talk over what we’d each want out of it and how to proceed to bring about a mutual satisfaction. I’d be dedicated to helping you straighten up and improve yourself so that you can have a successful, independent future. If you’re interested reply back to start a conversation.
I sent the message on impulse. And for one brief moment I began to fantasize about the young man I contacted. I felt all of those emotions as if I were back on a dating app looking for a boyfriend: hope he’d say yes, anticipation with being someone new that I hadn’t spanked before, and dreading the real, probable fact that he’d ghost me. I bit my lip and turned off my phone as I looked to Eric who had a grin on his face.
“Well?” I asked.
“It’s him. I sent him a message and he replied already. I’m talking to him right now. He thinks you’re kind of cute but just wants a quickie in the alley.”
I rolled my eyes with mild amusement and motioned for him to leave me and do what he had to do. He sent back a message before getting up from the table and walking back towards the restrooms and ultimately the exit. I sighed and looked to the front door only to be surprised and pleased when I saw two of the people we’d been waiting for enter. Franklin and Dave, a gay couple we had known for years. There had never been anything sexual between us, though a few times we all did end up naked in their hot tub together after some drinks, but that was just a little bit of fun.
They made their way over to the table and sat. Franklin immediately began to complain about parking. Dave greeted me with his shy but insistent hello before listening to Franklin in that way of knowing what he’d say even before he said it. When he finished his rant Dave spoke up and asked where Eric was.
“He’s out back, uhm, attending to personal matters,” I said.
“That boy gets away with too much,” Franklin said. “I came here to eat not wait around and for his twink ass.”
“Will he be very long?” Dave asked.
“Depends on who is doing whom I guess, you know how Eric likes to drag these things out with someone,” I answered. “But we’re still waiting on Troy and Steve so...”
“Steve can’t make it,” Dave said, “I talked with him earlier when we were still at home and he said he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”
“What about Troy?” I asked.
“I didn’t talk to him. I texted but I didn’t get a response. You know how he likes to keep people waiting.”
“He’s always late,” Franklin said.
“He’s kept me waiting several times,” I said. “Once when we were supposed to go out to a concert he decided to hook up with some guy at a shoe store. I waited at this bar, got pretty drunk, I made him pay for the taxi to get me home afterwards.”
“That sounds like Troy,” Franklin said.
“Want to make bets on his excuse this time?” Dave asked.
I thought over the possibilities but Dave was quicker.
“I say five bucks that he met some guy last night and brings him to brunch,” Dave said. “And the guy barely speaks English.”
“He does have a thing for people who don’t make small talk,” Franklin said.
“Five says he lost his phone in someone’s car and slept in this morning,” I replied.
We sat for a moment and thought of more possibilities and were about to keep talking when Eric stepped out from the hallway and greeted everyone with a big, “hello” so we stopped and looked to him. He resumed his seat with a big smirk on his face.
“Well?” I asked.
“It was quick. He was nervous about it so I just gave him a hand job.”
“Eww,” Franklin said.
“Messy,” Dave said.
“I used his apron to wipe off my hand. He hated that part but I wasn’t about to lick it clean, besides if he’d sucked me off there wouldn’t be a need to clean up.”
“TMI,” Franklin said.
“At least he didn’t mess his pants or anything,” Dave said, “that happened to me once and-”
“Okay, enough sharing,” Franklin interjected, “let’s talk about something else.”
We all looked around at each other and were surprised and delighted when moments later we spotted Troy and some new trick peeking through the window to find us before entering. Troy pulled the young man by the wrist and pushed his way inside and shambled to our table.
“Hello,” I said to Troy’s new friend.
“Hi,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.
“Everyone this is Renaldo. Renaldo this is everyone.”
I looked to Dave and Franklin who looked back to me and we all started laughing. Troy was oblivious as usual and set out for the bar for drinks. We fell into conversation. Troy’s new friend didn’t say a thing and just looked uncomfortable and desperate to get out of there until he returned with two Bloody Mary drinks. He gave one to his friend then drank at his before sitting down and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“What were we discussing?” he asked.
“Never mind,” I replied.
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