Scott sat in his car, in front of what his GPS told him was the correct house. He checked his texts. "Hey, running a few minutes late. Sorry. Meeting with new client went longer than expected." That was ok, Scott thought. It would give him a chance to prepare himself. It had been a hectic couple of weeks. He'd shown up to the mall looking for a man, found him, and been be dominated in the backseat of a Ford Fusion. That encounter had been hot and satisfying. It had also filled him with guilt and embarrassment.
He'd lain naked, sweaty, and used in the backseat of the car when Ray, the one responsible, had taken pity on him and offered an opportunity. A possible meeting with someone who might be able to relate. Someone who had been in his position before: married to a woman and secretly having sex with men; John, who was now pulling into the drive way.
That had seemed to be the extent of Ray's interest in Scott. Just a few days earlier, the thirty-six-year-old Army Major had been unable to keep himself from going back. He wondered through the mall aimlessly, pretending to look at things, before he finally found what he was looking for. Ray was sitting at the end of a corridor lined by empty stores. Here you could find concealed nooks and empty rooms that one might be able to sneak into for a quick rendezvous. Scott couldn't help but wonder why someone partnered might spend his time in a place like this.
He ambled conspicuously over to where the large, muscular man sat, engrossed by something on his phone. Scott wasn't noticed until he quietly sat down. Ray looked over at him with a hint of surprise. Scott wasn't sure how to approach this but he had only gone there for one thing so he decided to get to the point.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" He said, right away.
During their last meeting Scott had noticed something different about this man, he'd seemed less predacious, less on the prowl than the first time they met. This time Scott notice something else: apathy.
Ray shrugged. "I'm not in the mood," he said, before going back to his phone.
Scott was taken aback. His mind went to their last encounter. He clenched. He felt so empty. He wanted to feel Ray inside of him again.
"What?" he said in a stage whisper, there was no one close by in this part of the mall but one could never be too careful. "What about... last time?"
"Seemed like you needed it," Ray said nonchalantly.
Scott's face burned. He looked down at his feet for a few minutes. He got up and turned to leave, but turned back with a few burning questions.
Scott was five-eight and lean. When completing his Army fitness assessments, he could do sit-ups all day and run like the wind. But... he almost always struggled with pushups. He was toned and fit, but not nearly as muscular as Ray. In his desperation, he couldn't help but wonder if Ray might be waiting for a better option.
"Are you waiting for someone... better looking?" Scott couldn't believe he said that out loud. The man who was currently turning him down spoke plainly.
"Ehh, you're better looking than most of the closet cases cruising for dick out here. I mean, you could work on your glutes more, but you're actually one of the few guys I'd actually want to fuck out here."
It was a strange sort of... compliment? Just one more question kept Scott from walking away.
"Then why are you here?" He asked. "How are you always in these... cruising spots?"
Ray fixed Scott with a peculiar look. Then he smirked. "I just really like the mall," he said.
Scott couldn't help but feel like he was missing something but his pride was wounded and he needed to exit before he embarrassed himself further. Scott drove away confused, deflated, and very horny. It was disappointing but at least he had another meeting to look forward to.
As the blue metallic BMW drove slightly past Scott's Camry and then backed into the driveway, he caught a glimpse inside, and received a quick wave. After parking, John quickly hopped out and waved Scott forward. He then scuttled to the front door while Scott made his way up behind him.
"Sorry I'm late," John said, once Scott met him at the door. "I'm trying to build new client relationships so you kind of have to, you know, go with their flow."
Scott didn't know. He was completely ignorant of the world in which this man operated. But he was intrigued. John was wearing a light blue shirt that matched his eyes and complimented his dark brown hair. His grey dress pants fit nicely and when he turned away, Scott couldn't help but notice how they framed his backside. Attractive guy, Scott thought, and pretty put together.
"It's fine," Scott said, running a hand over his closely clipped hair. "Thanks for even doing this."
Once inside, Scott was directed toward the living room couch.
"I'm going to run upstairs and get out of these clothes but you go ahead and have a seat. I'll be right back."
John had a casual and friendly demeanor. Welcoming. Scott could feel himself loosening up a bit and while he waited on the couch, he wondered just how much he should tell. Did John know about what he and Ray had gotten up to? Would he judge? There wasn't much time to ponder as John quickly bounded down the stairs wearing a thick, blue cotton t-shirt and pair of shorts.
"Can I get you something to drink? Water, beer, something stronger?"
"I'm fine, thanks," Scott replied.
He wasn't sure of how to begin. Luckily, John took the lead and started with some small talk. "Did you find the place ok?" "How was traffic?" "Which direction are you coming from?" This led to gradually more personal questions.
"Did you grow up in this area?"
"Actually, I'm from Iowa," Scott said, before a brief back and forth about what it was like to grow up there. "What about you?"
"Richmond," John said. "Not too far away. I lived there my whole life before I moved here."
