Dear Readers,
This is a slight departure from the stories I usually write. Well, except it does involve feelings and acceptance. Feelings of love and fear of the unknown, and acceptance of one's true nature and of others, regardless of their gender orientation or sexual preferences. It's just in a different genre.
It's also been a while since I submitted anything new. I hope you like it. Please comment or send me a message, if you do. I have ideas of where it might go, but haven't started writing any follow up stories. This one took a month or two from inception to completion. Besides, writing erotica isn't my full-time job.
Also, check out my other stories. They are mostly in the TG & CD section. Even if this isn't usually your preference, you might like them.
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His name was Ashley and he was 25. He was small, 5'6", 110 lbs. He slender and fit. He had short, spiky blond hair and the bluest eyes. He had known from a very young age that he was not like the other boys. He knew he was gay. His parents saw it and supported him as best as they could, before he even came out. They knew they wouldn't be able to personally give him advice, so they found and took him to a him counselor, when he was in his early teens so he could understand what it meant, but never in an attempt to change him. He was, after all, their only child.
He eventually adopted the 90's mantra, "I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it!" He also adopted the promiscuity of that earlier era.
He came out while he was still in high school, a place, that while rather progressive, still had its bullies. It didn't help that his name was Ashley, although he would point out it wasn't the feminine spelling, but that didn't help any. There were a few other gay and lesbian students, along with others all along the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, but, he didn't find anyone in that crowd that he was attracted to.
He thought he could silence the bullies by giving hand jobs to one of the "straight" star athletes after school, who eventually convinced Ashley to give him a blow job his senior year when they were both 18, but if anything, it got worse. That is until it was leaked that the football team's starting wide receiver had had "gay sex". Then, he was just shunned for being a queer.
It turned out Ashley loved giving blowjobs as much as he always thought he would. He started sucking any dick he could get his mouth on. Neither the athlete nor any of the other guys he blew had romantic feelings for Ashley. And Ashley was not under the impression that they loved him. They were all just satisfying youthful, carnal lust. He used sex as a weapon to assuage his feelings that, being gay, he wasn't worthy of love.
This continued throughout college, as well. Ashley made it a habit of picking up guys and sucking cocks as a substitute for establishing any kind of meaningful relationship. He also gave up his anal virginity along the way. He loved the feeling of control that came with being the instigator of sexual hook ups. He loved the taste of cum and the feeling of having his lover's seed pumped into his bowels. But he also felt an emptiness. His parents noticed and hoped Ashley would grow out of this phase and find someone that would love him, not use him and move on. However, it was Ashley who was usually doing the moving on.
Ashley was very intelligent. He attended college on a scholarship and graduated with a degree in Art History and went on to get his doctorate. A studio where he had interned, gave him his first job after college. The studio owner appreciated Ashley's talent and let him curate several shows. He was able, with some help from his parents, to get a small, but nice bungalow. Ashley continued going to bars and picking up men.
He found that the bars near the airport were fertile grounds. Businessmen and other travelers just passing through were prime targets for one-nighters. They were the last place one would go to find love.
Thomas was a 34 year-old mergers and acquisitions lawyer. He was at his Raleigh office to work on the final details of a buyout. His team, under his guidance, had been working out the details of the deal for weeks and it had come time to finalize it. He had arrived in town on Wednesday and spent long hours the previous two days hammering it out, but they weren't finished. Being a partner, the youngest partner in the firm's history as a matter of fact, he could afford to fly home to New York for the weekend, but he had plans, or rather a loose set of plans to try something out and decided to stay over the weekend and pick it up on Monday.
Thomas was 6'2" tall. He worked out and ran and had the build of a pro football tight end. He had even played that position in high school, but it was his brains that got him into Harvard, where he earned his business and law degree.
Being a lawyer required long hours and his love life had been lacking. Sure there were women who would love to be Mrs. Thomas Smith, and he had had his share of dates and relationships, but he always felt unfulfilled. Something was lacking. He had suspicions, but couldn't put his finger on exactly what.
That was until he had recently started recalling repressed memories dating back to high school. In the locker rooms he remembered being more than a little interested in the other boys' dicks. He remembered being more interested in the mens' cocks in the porn videos he found on the internet, than the girls' pussies. He remembered all the men he had checked out in bars, rather than watching all the slutty girls.
He remembered the one time he had been so drunk he'd accepted a ride from a stranger who had stopped in a secluded spot and had taken Thomas' hand and placed it on his lap, while rubbing a Thomas' stiffening penis. The stranger had taken advantage of Thomas' inebriated state and they had jerked each other off, before dropping Thomas off at his apartment. However, Thomas had not been so drunk that he couldn't have stopped the stranger if he had wanted to. Yet, he had convinced himself that he wasn't "that way" and that was the only time he had ever had a sexual experience with another man. He realized that he had probably been in denial all along. He decided to test his theory and find out. That was why he decided to stay in Raleigh over the weekend.
It was almost 8 pm when Thomas had released him his team, still too early to initiate his plan. So he returned to his hotel suite and showered and shaved. He put on a pair of Under Armor boxer briefs, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He left the t-shirt untucked and slipped on a pair of loafers. It was obvious he was fit, but the jeans and t-shirt left his physique a bit of a mystery. He went down to the hotel bar and ordered a bourbon to steel his nerves.
Ashley began getting ready for his night out. He was somewhat of a twink, but not truly a bimbo like other twinks, only in the way he dressed. He was still practically hairless below his eyebrows. Therefore when he pulled on his Calvin Klein briefs, a pair of glittery hot pants, and pink midriff t-shirt, his thin build and outfit made him look girlish. But he was definitely all man, or boy, as he liked to think. Lastly, he slipped on a pair of laceless sneakers that were also covered in glitter. He looked much younger than his age, with his smooth, almost hairless face and body, and lithe figure.
At the bar, Ashley stopped to chat with Darius, the bouncer.
"Looking good, tonight, Ash! You looking for the usual?" Darius asked.
"Oh god, am I that predictable?" Ashley whined, then laughed. "Just let me know if you see what I'm looking for." His voice was soft and flowery. He winked at Darius and then stood on his tiptoes and the 6'6" bouncer leaned down so Ashley could give him a kiss on the cheek.
"You got it, sweetie." Darius swapped Ashley on the butt as he entered the bar. Ashley squealed.
Inside the bar, Ashley ran into a few other gay friends. He was constantly checking his phone for a text from Darius as they had drinks and danced. They were still on the dance floor when the phone in his back pocket vibrated, almost causing him to jump.
*Got a live one coming in*
Ashley's attention turned towards the door. He gasped when the handsome stud cautiously entered and found a seat at the bar as close to the door as he could. He could always count on Darius.
Thomas thought to himself, "What the hell am I doing?" All of a sudden, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through with his plan, which was to try everything, to see if this was who he really was. His psyche was still trying to tell him he wasn't gay. He almost chickened out, but saw a seat opening at the bar a few feet away. He might as well have a beer, he thought. He was so nervous that when the bartender finally got around to him and asked what he wanted, his voice croaked, when he said "Beer".
The bartender noticed his nervousness and asked "Draft IPA, okay?" trying to make him feel welcome.
"Sure."
