The Gay Haunt

Jack Timmons came into my life on a warm afternoon in July of 2021. The place is the private courtyard behind the gym where I go to lift weights 3 or 4 times a week.

It was a typical evening. I had moved from exercise to exercise working triceps, biceps, pecs, lats and shoulders. Between sets I stole a peek or two at the men, particularly the more muscular among them.

Age 25, I had recently accepted my sexuality, though I have to admit it wasn't easy. I can't be gay. Seriously, it's not like I'm a hairdresser or into women's fashions. I don't walk around with a limp wrist like I want to hold a pocketbook on my arm. I'm an athlete but so is a figure skater. I played football at Sayville high school. I even dated a cheerleader with a nice set of boobs named Chelsea. I don't hang out with a bunch of women, just one.

What happened to me? A recent day at the beach with my girlfriend Denise gave me the first inkling that I'm at least bisexual. We were sitting on our blankets facing the surf. A young couple was walking along the water edge. I found myself captivated by the boyfriend and my eyes followed him.

He has a gorgeous body. Bronzed complexion, toned body in swim briefs and close cropped brown hair cut a fine figure.

My girlfriend shot an annoyed glance at me.

"Don't look at her."

There was nothing I could say. Of course I wasn't ready to admit to leering at the boyfriend.

Those words hung in the air between us making me take my eyes off the couple.

"What does she have that I don't have?"

I made every effort to put the event behind us, which is to say I stopped checking out guys when Denise was with me. When I was out alone, however, it was a different story.

Anyway, having completed my workout, I went directly from the shower to the pool area without bothering to put on my bathing suit. Hell all the other guys are naked I may as well skinny dip.

That gorgeous stranger whose name I was soon to learn was lying in a chaise lounge barely 10 feet away on my right.

Blond and well toned, he stared through dark glasses at the sky.

I can't just stroke my dick in front of him. I would love to have him jumping on my bones. I can take his cock right here, right now.

Seconds ticked away. His head turned in my direction. Is he looking at me?

I said, "crowded tonight."

"It's always like this at this time of day."

"Last week I was off from work so I was coming in the morning. It's a big difference."

He asked, "what kind of work do you do."

"Accountant," I replied.

"I'm a nurse."

There are not many male nurses in the world. He might be gay.

We spent a few minutes chatting. Meanwhile my eyes wandered down to his manhood. He seemed to not mind.

"By the way, I'm Jack."

"Steven," I replied.

My eyes locked onto his eyes and his onto mine signaling secret desire.

"If you're not busy tonight let's meet someplace and throw darts. Do you throw darts?"

I asked, "where did you have in mind."

"Pauly's Place," said Jack. "Do you know where it is?"

"I've heard of it."

I not only know where it is I also know what it is. I'm going to get laid tonight.

Later that evening a red Toyota driven by a Hispanic named Juan let me off downtown about a hundred feet from my destination. I took a few seconds to respond to a text and tip the driver then peered in both directions.

Pauly's Place bustled with activity. Off to my right men gathered to throw darts at a few boards placed at shoulder height. In the other direction both pool tables hosted matches. Every stool at the bar was occupied as were many of the tables.

Rainbow flags hung from beams, their stripes horizontal. Next to them large 5 bladed fans spun cooling the room. Bottle lamp shades hung from the ceiling, each a different color. It all made interesting decor.

Within seconds a strikingly handsome dude clad in pink polo shirt, tight jeans and gray Sketchers slip-ons approached me.

He asked, "what time did you leave the gym."

"About a half hour after we stopped chatting," I replied.

I had to jerk off first. I would not say that just then.

He asked, "what are you drinking."

"Just Michelob," I replied.

I gulped the last inch of beer just seconds before a waiter came to our table.

The waiter is another hunk. Dark hair frames a square face. A tag over his right pec identifies him as Alan.

"Another beer," I said.

Jack added "make it two Michelobs."

What's upstairs? Does this place show video? Is it a different business?

He asked, "do you follow couples figure skating."

"I love watching couples skating. I played football in high school and pretended to love watching games. I knew just enough to give the impression that I follow the sport. It helped me hide my sexuality."

Jack made an observation.

"It just takes knowing a couple of names and stats."

"That's all it takes."

Jack Timons never just pretended to like anything and said as much. Skating is one sport he does enjoy watching. Like me, he knows many of the contestants and the medals that they won. He also can talk intellegently about partcular performances.

He had begun his nursing career ten years before this night at the well known gay haunt. I guessed his age to be 32.

"I'm 25," I said.

By this point in the evening I wanted him naked and under me. Sitting on his lap taking his cock would make my day.

I finally asked, "do they show videos upstairs."

He grinned then asked, "did you jerk off in the courtyard."

"I'll never tell."

"You did, didn't you."

Jack and I came into the upstairs room finding it unoccupied. Three walls are each dominated by a 70-inch Samsung television showing man on man sex.

"I'm getting a boner."

"I have one alrady dude." Jack's reply came with a grin.

Within a minute my clothes and his lay on the floor at the foot of a large red leather mattress. Jack was lying facing the ceiling. His thick cock is stretching my butthole making it tingle. Grunts belie my delight. He has a look of satisfaction on his face.

In the meantime hot men on camera were going at it giving each other pleasure.

Jack climaxed and flashed the OK signal. Taking his meaning I moved my ass letting his cock out and went down into an open-mouthed kiss.

Tuesday morning saw me at my desk in the cubicle. Part of my brain worked at bookkeeping for a long time client. The other part pined for Jack. Why had he not called after Friday? Did he just fuck me and cast me aside like a worn tool?

I'll call him tonight. Maybe we can go on a date.