Let's get the introductions over. My name is Dan and I am a 40 year old divorcee.
As is so often the case, my ex-wife got the house.
She did have to bring up my pet labrador after all.
I am lucky that both my parents are alive and that they have always kept a room for me.
My mum never liked Susan and made no attempt to hide her glee when I asked to move back in.
All my friends told me that I needed to 'get back on the horse' quickly. As if, a new girlfriend would make everything better.
I must admit to loving breasts, which attracted me to Susan. However, it was women themselves that were annoying me.
I spent a fair bit of time in my room on my laptop and predictably watched a fair bit of porn. I started out on straight stuff but found myself being pulled towards gay porn. I was becoming infatuated with cock.
I loved the look of them all and I so loved watching them cum.
Gradually, I realised that I wanted to experience the feeling of sucking cock and maybe even swallowing cum. It wouldn't make me gay, right?
I started looking at various chat and meet sites and had no trouble in finding potential lovers. It was just that I chickened out of every opportunity. Every time a meeting was proposed, I lost my nerve.
I was as much annoyed with myself, as those guys who had been after me.
I desperately wanted to cross that line and have my first cock.
I decided I would forget about the on line stuff and try for an old-fashioned meet at a gay bar.
I'd heard a couple of gay guys from my work, talk about the, aptly named,
Cockatoo Lounge.
I decided I would visit on a Thursday, I didn't want to go on the busiest nights and be dwarfed by the talent available.
After work, I had a light bite to eat, no garlic or onions! Then I took a long bath. I didn't know what would happen but I wanted to be fresh for any eventuality.
I felt quite confident as I dressed. I had no 'bright' colours in my wardrobe, so pink was out. In the end, I felt my clothes complemented my looks.
I am 5' 11" tall, sandy hair, with green eyes. Normally I wore a goatee but I had shaved it off, in case it made a guy uncomfortable. I wore tan chinos, with brown Bugatti shoes. Topped off with a cream shirt, no jacket was required on a hot early summer evening.
I said goodbye to my parents and my dad looked particularly pleased.
"Good luck son, I sure hope she is better than the last one." He cheerfully said.
If only he knew.
I took a cab into town, it was still only 8pm. I reckoned the fun wouldn't start for at least an hour but thought it wise to get myself in the place and acquainted with my surroundings.
There was a guy in a black suit at the door, checking that no undesirables entered. He just nodded his assent as I reached the door.
The insides were brighter than I expected, not the dark, sleazy place I imagined at all.
I was conscious of every step I took to the bar. There was a guy serving drinks, round about my age, I guessed. He was tall, thin and clean-shaven, with a flowery shirt.
He looked up and smiled, his perfect teeth shining at me.
"Good evening sir. What can I get you?"
A simple question but it caught me offguard and I mumbled incoherently.
"Would you like to see our cocktail list, sir. All half-price until 10pm." He offered me a laminated card.
Some names I recognised immediately, like 'sex on the beach', whilst others were most definitely new to me, like 'hole in one' or the delightfully named 'rim job'.
I fancied the latter, which was heavy on vodka, Dewar's Scotch and Baileys.
"I'd like a 'rim job' please" I tried to sound confident.
"Wouldn't we all, darling." The barman rather predictably replied.
"Join me in one then." I offered.
"I'll get mine later, better not when I'm working." He smiled at me. It felt seductive but I realised he probably did that to everyone.
"You're new here, aren't you?" he suddenly questioned
"How can you tell?"
"Not many guys looking as good as you, come in on their own."
I looked at the name-tag on his shirt.
"Why, thank you Blake." I said as I felt my face redden.
"I didn't mean to make you uneasy, sorry." Blake was quick to say.
"It's okay. It's my first time in a gay bar. I just wasn't expecting to be hit up by the barman." I replied laughingly.
Looking at Blake, I'd have been more than happy if it was his cock in my mouth come the end of the night.
"Are you new in town, or new on the circuit?" Blake probed.
"Kind of both. I recently divorced, the ex has got the house. So I've moved back in with my folks, temporarily I hope."
Blake raised his eyebrows.
"You will be popular. Fresh meat goes quickly here. Especially straight boys dipping their toes in the water."
I listened eagerly, drinking in from his wealth of experience.
"Are you top or bottom?" Blake asked.
"Ermm, I don't know." He had caught me offguard again.
"Well, do you want to fuck or be fucked."
My eyes widened.
"I was only looking to suck some cock, to be honest."
"Makes sense." Blake nodded. "Very much suck it and see." He laughed at that, even though he'd probably said it a thousand times.
