(All characters and places in this story are ficticous and are not meant to represent any person, living or dead, or any real place)
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I had only heard about The Cavern, on and off through the years in chat rooms. The stories were of a place a guy could go for stress relief by other guys. Between the continuing curiosity and a terrible state of horniness, my time to find out had finally arrived.
From the street, it looked innocent enough, just a simple sign with an inward swinging door. As I entered, I noticed how dark it was. The only light was from small candles on each bar-room table. If I hadn't had my sunglasses on, I would have been blinded by the almost total darkness. As it was, I could barely make out outlines of the tables and booths.
A gentle touch on my shoulder and a soft male voice asked, "A table for one, Sir?"
"Yes, please," I replied.
Placing his hand on my elbow, almost whispering, he said, "Follow me, please."
He navigated through the mostly full room towards an empty booth in the back, keeping his hand lightly on my elbow as my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. I could tell most tables and booths were occupied by more than just one person, which made me feel kind of weird coming there by myself.
As we arrived at my booth, in that same low voice, he asked, "What would you like, Sir?"
"Excuse me," I replied, wondering if this is when I told him my secret desires for coming to this darkened bar.
"To drink, Sir," he smiled, "What would you like to drink?"
"Oh," I said, laughing softly, "just a draft beer."
"Very well, make yourself comfortable, one cold, draft beer coming up," he said as he turned away toward the bar.
As my eyes continued to adjust to the almost total darkness, forms were taking place around me. There were three men at the table almost in front of me. Although they were speaking in hushed tones, they were all very animated in their gestures, obviously having fun with each other. I could see two other men at a table to their left, having a much softer conversation without the animation, but one man had his arm around the other, lightly massaging his neck and shoulder as they talked.
"Good afternoon, Sir," the young man said as he placed my beer on the table. "My name is Mark, and I'll be your guide this afternoon."
"Hi, Mark, I'm Richard," I replied holding my hand out to shake his. Mark took my hand in his, but it was a very unconventional shake. His grip was firm, but somehow sensuous, squeezing my hand slightly and not pulling away like most business handshakes. He continued to stand there, my hand in his, for what seemed like minutes, before slowly releasing my hand.
"May I join you?" he asked, sliding into the booth beside me.
"Sure," I said as he moved next to me, his thigh touching mine.
Turning to face me, he asked, "Is this your first time here?"
"Yes," I replied, clearing my throat slightly.
"Do you mind if I ask how you heard about us?" he asked.
"Oh, from some of the chat rooms I visit on-line," I said, beginning to feel more comfortable in the darkness, in a booth with a stranger, knowing full well I wanted man-sex.
"Oh, very good," Mark smiled. "I love the chat rooms," he continued, "there are so many interesting people there."
Laughing, I replied, "No kidding, some are very interesting."
"So, you know what kind of place this is, then," Mark said, more a statement than a question. "What do you have in mind?"
I took a slow drink from the cold beer mug and tried to gather my thoughts and how best to explain my desires.
"Well, Mark," I slowly began. "I don't have a lot of experience with guys, but I do have a fantasy I'd like to consider."
"Oh fun," he replied, "fantasies are us," he said almost giggling.
"Well, I'm not a virgin, but I'd love to have my cock sucked at the same time another guy is fucking me." There, I said it. A thousand times I had thought about it, and finally I said it out loud. It sounded almost normal, like ordering a meal from a restaurant.
"Wow, that sounds hot," Mark said as he looked at me. "You look like you have a wonderful package," he continued as he placed his hand on my crotch and quickly wrapped his long fingers around my growing erection. I hadn't realized I was getting excited just thinking about it, but the proof was outlined in my slacks.
"I'd love to suck you, and be the one to fuck you if you'd like," he continued. I took another sip of beer as he slowly squeezed my cock through my pants, feeling me grow.
"How long have you had this fantasy?" he asked.
"I guess, a couple of years," I replied. "Ever since I admitted to myself I was sexually attracted to men."
"And you waited so long to try," he almost exclaimed. "Shame on you, you should have come seen us sooner, you know," he said, slightly admonishing me.
"I know, I know," I softly laughed, "but I'm way too shy to just jump in and experience something like that."
