Jose - the Bouncer

My first long-term relationship ended up in a big, dramatic fight when I was told to leave our apartment, and not come back. I was caught cheating and figured there was no recourse other than to hopefully let things cool down between me and Leo. It was late at night and the only place where I could get myself together was a nearby gay bar.

After a few drinks and shots, I was inebriated and as the bar filled up I was approached by several men. The first person, Dave, struck up a conversation with me which quickly ended when I tried to talk to him about Leo. After he feigned interest he said for us to go back to his place and fuck. End of conversation. Then there was Sam, who looked around the room the entire time I was trying to talk to him about the fight with my partner. His cruising eventually led to him getting up in the middle of a sentence to talk to someone else. Then there was Steve, who listened intently and said he knew just how I felt because he recently got into an argument with his partner.

"I'm so sorry James," he said disingenuously, followed by "I'll meet you in the bathroom so I can suck your dick." I politely refused.

Finally there was an older, effeminate man who wouldn't stop touching my leg as I tried to talk to him, leaning over to kiss me. "I'm not here for that," I said.

"Well honey, I am so why don't you just give in," he said as he continued to touch and grope me.

"No thanks. I've got to go," I said, getting up to leave.

"What? I'm not good enough for you?" he said as he grabbed my arm, not letting go.

I warned him to let go but he refused. The next few minutes were a blur. But I remember pushing the guy off his bar stool and wrestling with the hunky bouncer before waking up in a strange room, belly down, cuffed. Shortly after waking up someone came in the room, a large, Hispanic man who spoke broken English.

"You up?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Yes I am but damn my head hurts."

"That because Randy knocked you the fuck out after you swung at him."

"Fuck, what the hell did I do?"

"You were out of control man, we had to do something. You ready to get out those cuffs?"

I had never been cuffed and it hurt like hell. "Yes please."

"My name is Jose," he told me as he removed the metal rings around my hands.

"Thanks Jose, and I'm really sorry if I caused problems. Where am I?"

"At the bar man. We took you back here and you fought us."

"Damn. That's fucked up -- I'm really sorry," I said, massaging my sore wrists.

"No biggie -- but it's time to go home. I'll get a cab."

"No thanks." Not having a place to go, I didn't know what to say.

"Man you're not walking home. Not in this condition." Jose helped me up and put me in front of a mirror -- I had a serious black eye developing. "I'm about to get off work so I'll give you a ride. Where do you stay?"

I made up a street intersection nearby not wanting to admit I was homeless.

"Unless you're living on the streets you got the wrong address," said Jose.

My silence told the story. Jose saw the situation I was in. "You're shitting me. You're homeless man?"

Before I could get the words out I broke down and started crying uncontrollably. Jose stood silently by, obviously affected by my state of mind. "Damn that's fucked up. Well you can't stay here man."

I got myself together long enough to tell him it was okay, that I would find a place to go. As I got up to leave Jose took me by the arm and sat me down. "I can't let you do that man, not like this. If someone kills your ass I'll be thinking I could have done something. You're coming home with me."

I really didn't want to put him out, nor did I know where he lived but I was glad to have a place to lay down other than concrete or a hard cot. "Thanks Jose, I really appreciate it. My name is James."

"Let's go, they're about to lock up." We left the back room and walked through the bar where a large Black man was sitting. Jose stopped. "I think you owe this man an apology. He kept you from getting arrested. Randy -- this is James -- I'm taking him home."

"So you're going to take his white ass home instead of drinking with us. You're always such a fucking bleeding heart Jose."

"I'm really sorry man, and thanks," I said extending my hand to Randy for a shake which he refused.

"Go on home, and stay the fuck away from here," said Randy as he turned his back to me. Jose led me away out into the cool air.

"That was cold Randy," said Jose, shaking his head as we walked away.

We walked in silence to his car in the alley -- a beat up Pontiac that was very messy. He tossed stuff aside, giving me an indication he didn't have too many people in his car. We made small talk for the 30 minutes or so it took us to get to his place in Brooklyn. All I could tell was that he was quiet and reserved. He stayed in a housing development and I did feel uncomfortable walking past several people who looked at me suspiciously on the way to his apartment. His place was a mess -- clothes lying all over the place, newspapers and food plates. Obviously he was alone. He knocked the stuff off the couch making room for me.

"You can sleep here. If you decide to leave in the middle of the night just be sure to lock and close the door." He was very dry toward me but seeing that I was a homeless stranger I was truly lucky to have him any way. "I'm thirsty, can I help myself to water?"

"Sure, go ahead. I'm off to bed -- later dude," said Jose as he disappeared into his bedroom, closing the door behind him, but not quite all the way.

The cockroaches were everywhere in his kitchen but, once again, I reminded myself how much better this was. I found a clean glass and downed a lot of water before laying on the couch. I sat up thinking about Jose and wondering: Was he gay? He sure didn't give any indication, nor could I find any proof in his place. Why was he being so friendly? Would I be given this chance? Just then Jose came out of his room, in his boxers, to go to the bathroom. The bathroom door was left open just enough so that I could stare at him as he brushed his teeth. He had a beautiful body -- chunky but solid, his skin a beautiful shade of brown, nipples pierced. His close cut haircut and goatee made him very handsome. After brushing he took his dick out to pee but it was out of view. I hadn't had sex in over a month because of a difficult relationship, but I was beginning to get the drive back after watching Jose. I got up from the couch to get abetter view. His dick was enormous, uncut and fat. After a few shakes he left out of the bathroom before I could get myself settled on the couch. I was caught and looked guilty.

"Can't sleep?" asked Jose as he went into the kitchen to fix himself a meal.

I had vowed to be totally honest with people since my days of telling lies to Leo ended up in disaster.

"Sorry man, I was checking you out," I said.

Jose laughed. "Damn, at last you're honest." He showed no indication of being upset, nor interested. He continued to fix his meal and went back into the bedroom. The door would not close all the way so the light and sound from the TV was noticeable. I watched as he lie on the mattress on the floor while eating and checking out TV which was on a Spanish station. I debated whether or not to initiate conversation, eventually getting to his sexual preference. But I decided not to push my luck and within minutes I was asleep on a soft surface. One day I hoped that I would properly be able to show my gratitude.

Hours later I awoke to sunshine knowing that I had to leave. Jose was sound asleep, loudly snoring. I checked him out through the slightly open door, watching as he slept on top of his covers on his belly. His ass was gorgeous, round, firm and definitely protruding. The crack of it was clearly visible through his boxers that were drawn down. I quietly showered and dried myself from a washcloth that was left on the floor. His housekeeping was horrendous -- a sign that he was most likely straight. I got dressed and left out into the sunshine with a new attitude and hopefully, new acquaintance.

The entire day after I spent the night at Jose's I thought about him and planned on returning to the bar to thank him again. Finally when the bar opened, I was the first in. Jose, nor any of the other bouncers were there yet so I decided to leave and come back. While walking around the streets of the city I realized that I had to get back into the successful career person I once was to stand a chance at finding someone. An increasingly tense relationship with Leo had taken a toll on my professional life, and it showed. A few hours later I went back to the bar where Randy was letting people in. I knew I was fucked.

I handed Randy my ID and he looked intently at it, then back at me. "Go on -- but if you fuck around I'm kicking your ass," he said as I thanked him again for last night. I looked around for Jose and found him in the back bar, sitting on a stool, looking good as ever, staring into the growing crowd. I was hoping I would get a warm response from him seeing me.

"Hi Jose," was all I could muster.

"Hey bro', what's up?" I wasn't sure he remember me.

"It's me James -- from last night."

"Yeah I know. Hope you got some sleep last night," he said, looking at me briefly.

"Definitely Jose, how can I thank you?"

"Don't worry about it." His quiet misdemeanor puzzled me. Was this his nature or was he trying to blow me off? I wondered.

"Maybe after work I can buy you a drink?" I asked, knowing I'd have to spend the next few hours without one to pay for it.

"Sure," said Jose.

I was cautiously optimistic. Although not convinced he was interested in me at least there was some hope. "Cool, I'll talk to you later," I said, as I turned to walk away.

"Alright," he said calmly.

Throughout the night I observed Jose as he interacted with the customers. He was no different with them as he was with me -- cold but in control. I still could get no indication of his being gay or straight. He worked at a gay bar but acted in a way that placed him in the totally straight category. Finally the bar closed and Jose assisted in getting everyone out. He started to usher me out as well as though I

was a stranger.

"Hey, how about that drink?" I asked.

Jose shook his head. "Man I'm tired -- I'll take a rain check." I was devastated and realized I didn't plan on his refusal.

"Damn. I hung around here hoping I could at least repay you with a drink," I said, obviously dejected.

"Some other time man -- let's go." Jose led me out the door I left the bar, disappointed and saddened at his coldness. It was raining hard and I had a 2 mile walk to the homeless shelter. I was fucked.

"Yo-- James!" I heard a shout. It was Jose. He handed me his car keys. "Pull the car around the corner by the grocery store - I'm ready to go." This was sudden turn of events. I stood dumbfounded in the rain. "You gonna get the car or what?" asked Jose, seemingly getting angry. I didn't question him. I went to the same place his car was yesterday and pulled it around where I waited a few minutes before Jose came out. I started to get out so he could get in.

"Man you drive," said Jose as he got in the passenger side.

"But I didn't expect to stay at your place tonight Jose." I was truly puzzled.

"No biggie -- just drive."

"To your place?" I asked while Jose gave me a bewildered look.

"Yeah man -- my place," he said as he shook his head. I didn't know what was going on. Jose was a private man and difficult to figure out. While driving Jose got a call and from his conversation I could tell it was a girlfriend. She sounded disappointed that he wasn't coming over to her place that night.

"I hope I 'm not keeping you from something," I said.

"Nah, that bitch gets on my nerve. Always wanting something."

That opened the door for me to explore his sexuality. "Your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah, guess that you could say that," said Jose as he started to roll a joint. He didn't offer anymore information so I explored.

"So you don't mind working at a gay bar?"

"Nah, it's a job, pays the bills."

"Many guys try to hit on you?" I asked.

"Nope, it's a job man." I found that hard to believe. A hunk like this would turn any guy's head.

As we pulled up near his building, Jose lit the joint and leaned back, enjoying the rush that it gave him. He passed it to me and our hands touched awkwardly causing the joint to fall to the floor. I bent down to pick it up and found myself between his legs. I noticed he did not reposition himself so that I could get to it easily. This was encouraging to me in that he did not seem afraid to get physically close like many straight guys are. We finished the joint and headed inside, soaking wet from the still pouring rain. Jose quickly headed to his room, partially shut the door and came out shortly after with dry clothes on -- boxers and a T-Shirt that outlined his broad chest and shoulders. I was still soaking wet so I didn't want to sit down on the couch that I slept on the previous night.

"Have a seat," said Jose.

"I'm wet. I don't want to fuck up your couch." Jose took some discarded newspapers and set them on the couch so I sat there.

"So you were going to buy me a drink?" asked Jose as he went into the kitchen. The fact that he didn't offer me any food didn't bother me, I was still glad to have a place to stay.

"Yeah I was."

"With what? I thought you were homeless." He was beginning his inquisition.

"I have a few bucks left."

"How much?" asked Jose.

"About twenty bucks."

"Give it to me," said Jose as he held out his big hand. I was not sure where this was going. I gave him the crumpled up, wet, twenty dollar bill that Jose put into his pocket. He went to the refrigerator and brought out two beers. "This is better."

I was relieved -- sign of sensitivity. While we drank our beers I listened as Jose told his story -- his time when the family moved from Mexico to Oklahoma City, and subsequent moves all his life. I tried getting a few words in about my life but he wasn't interested. We finished the beers and Jose got up to head to the bedroom - not saying anything and again closing the door the best it could. I was hoping for more conversation but it was obvious Jose loved talking about himself. Not that his life wasn't interesting but one likes to get a few words in. The night repeated itself except this time I had to remove my clothes to dry out, leaving me with nothing to cover me as I slept. Having been slightly high from the weed it didn't bother me to ask Jose for a cover or two while I was naked.

I stood at his door which was open enough for me to see him. "Jose, do you have any extra sheets or blankets?"

"Damn man, cover that shit up," he said referring to my exposed genitals. I walked over to my clothes and placed my shirt in front of my nakedness. Jose came out of the bedroom with a sheet. This time he was shirtless. I noticed his boxers were somewhat extended. He was getting hard. "Here you go man," he said as he tossed the sheet in my direction.

"Thanks Jose. I really appreciate this. Man I wish I could repay you." I was hoping this would turn into the typical porn movie where he would say "You can," and seductively remove his shorts. But instead he walked away mumbling, "Not a problem."

I heard the phone ring again and listened to his conversation with his girlfriend. Obviously they weren't getting along but, since most of the conversation was in Spanish I couldn't tell what was going on. After finishing with his girl, Jose came out and got another beer. "You want another?" he asked, still frustration in his voice.

"Sure," I said. I was laying naked under the sheet, welcoming the chance to sit next

to him. "But I'm out of cash."

Jose came out handed me the beer and rolled a huge blunt. I heard him mutter "Fucking bitch," while doing so.

"Girl problems?" I asked innocently.

"Man, she just won't let up. I told her awhile back I needed space but she keeps bugging me."

"I do know the feeling, I was once straight."

Jose looked at me cynically. "Man you were never straight."

"Guess you're right," I said laughing at the ridiculousness of my statement.

"Know I'm right." He was still obviously angry.

We puffed on the blunt and drank two more beers each and finally got into a conversation about sex.

"So you don't mind a gay guy staying in your place?"

"Nah man, you're cool."

"It's taking a lot of self-control though, Jose," I revealed.

"What you mean? You thinking about molesting me? Better not you fucking faggot." His reaction did not surprise me -- that of a straight man who is curious about the same sex. I didn't want to press it so I remained quiet.

Suddenly Jose started laughing. "Man you should see the look on your face when I called you a faggot."

I was speechless for a few minutes while Jose continued to laugh. He had beautiful white teeth.

"It doesn't bother me -- being called a faggot."

"Well, it should man. Don't let no motherfucker call you out of your name. Your name is James -- James the man!" He was obviously fucked up but in a cute way.

"Alright, I'm no faggot," I said, and started laughing senselessly with Jose.

"The fuck you ain't! Man, I ain't laughed like this in a long time. I needed that." said Jose leaning back, now playing with his dick. We sat in an awkward silence while Jose continued playing with himself. His dick was growing. I did not make a move -- I was frozen with fear of doing the wrong thing. Jose looked in my direction -- his eyes were beet red. I thought he motioned with his head for me to go down on him but wasn't sure. I was petrified. But I didn't want Jose to feel rejected. His dick was obviously at full mast and Jose leaned back, eyes closed.

The words "raging hard-on" aptly described his condition. I couldn't ignore it much longer. I reached over and touched it to see if that would cause a reaction from Jose. Nothing. I began stroking through his shorts, with still no reaction other than a good amount of pre-cum that appeared. The feel of a hard cock was no stranger to me but this felt like the first time. I leaned over, pulled his shorts down over his cock and and licked the pre-cum off the tip of his dick head which barely peeked out of his large foreskin. Still no reaction. Was he asleep?I thought to myself. I then made the big move -- leaning over to take him into my mouth. I pulled his long foreskin as far as it could go over his large head and gently licked the remaining precum, slowly working myself down to the point where I would have to deep throat, which I did. This caused a reaction from Jose -- putting his thick hands on my head to go further down, which I did until he was all the way in.

He started groaning. "Goddamn papi that's some good head." He began thrusting himself into me, causing me to want to gag. I tried pulling off but his hands had a firm grip in my head and I felt him coming. I was able to relax and take his seed into my stomach, a good long, loud orgasm. When I pulled off he didn't take long before getting up, pulling up his underwear then going to his bedroom and shutting the door.

When I awoke the next morning I wondered what Jose's mood would be like the next day. A couple hours later he came out of the bedroom, took a piss, and silently drank orange juice out of the container.

"Good morning Jose."

"Good morning," he mumbled.

"Have to work today?" I asked.

"Nah, but my girl's coming over so you got to go." He showed no indication of what went on last night but I accepted it -- learning not to push things. I started gathering myself so I could leave, hoping I could stay awhile but he said nothing. I left still wondering, and also realizing I had no way of contacting Jose other than visiting him at the bar.