The day I first met him was like any other day. Riding the Metro to work I was suddenly jostled out of my reverie by some one bumping into me from the back. Turning I found myself looking up at a ruggedly handsome man. His steely grey/blues seemed to pierce into my very being. I wanted to look away but was unable to do so. After a few seconds that seemed to pass like minutes I muttered a "sorry sir" and cast my eyes downward.
Wondering what the hell was going on inside me I turned my back to him. I could almost feel his gaze on me and had to take hold of the pole to steady myself.
I felt his hot breath on my neck before smelling his aftershave lotion. "Why are you sorry son?"
He had a point. It was he that bumped into me. I turned to face him and said the only answer I had, "I don't know why I said that. You were the one that bumped into me."
"Good boy" he said smiling.
He had perfect white teeth. His smile was warm and genuine. Again I found myself unable to meet his eyes and looked down. His shoes were Italian leather and well maintained. His trousers were creased sharply. This man was a formidable sight.
He chuckled when I thanked him for calling me a good boy. Why I said that I don't know. This encounter was clearly having a strange effect on me. I continued to look downward as he invited me to join him for a drink after work today to get better acquainted.
"My wife is expecting me home by 6 sir", I lamely declined the offer.
"Just the same son, I'll be at the bar in the Capital Hilton Hotel and hope to see you there.
"Probably not," I said preparing to exit at my stop. It took a lot but I managed to look him in the eyes as I said that. He had a look of confidence and winked at me. "Think it over son. I can see you are curious about me." As I passed him I felt him gently grab my ass and kept his hand on me until my walking away exceeded his arm's length.
"What a character", I thought as I poured myself a cup of coffee later in my office. I spent the day completely distracted, my thoughts returning to this morning's encounter. For some reason my dick grew hard when I thought back to the easy way he grabbed my ass and I swear I could still smell his aftershave lotion and feel his breath on my neck. All of this bothered me.
I am a 43 year old married man. I'm not a big man, nor am I fat. Years of sitting at a desk may have caused my rear end to bubble up but my abs were tight and my wife Cindy always found me sexy. I'm 5'7" tall. I weigh about 140 and am proud that except for my butt I keep myself slim. My hair is long my in true geek style I keep it in a pony tail. Cindy likes it that way and her opinion matters to me.
Ah yes. Cindy my bride. What a catch. We met in college and hit it off immediately. She is 5'7" like me and I think she enjoys it when she wears her heels because they make her taller than me. Cin has always been more forward, the more dominant one of us and is a take charge woman. She has green eyes that can both melt you or let you know you fucked up and pissed her off. Her figure, a sexy 36 - 24 - 36 is to die for.
Our sex life is probably pretty daring to some. We've entertained single women and single men in our bed in the past. Cin used to tease me say that I paid more attention to the men than the women we slept with. I know she's teasing because I never once touched our male partners. Sure I'd check out their cock sizes. Can't help looking when we're all naked. While Cin seemed to enjoy our fucking, she really off when a cock larger than mine was in her pussy. It excited me to watch her cum over and over on a big cock and she enjoyed seeing me fuck our women partners while they had their faces planted in my wife's pussy.
It is give and take in the bedroom and I have never felt inadequate in my ability to get Cin off with my mouth. If I finish in her pussy before she cums I have no hesitation about eating her to an orgasm afterwards. And yes, I don't mind the taste of my sperm although Cin teases me about getting some from the source of one of our close male "friends",
Still, throughout the day my mind kept going back to the handsome guy on the Metro and my reaction to him. Why hadn't I said something when he grabbed my ass. Even if he was gentle I didn't want him to think I am that way. I resolved to correct his thinking and decided to meet him after work after all.
Entering the darkened bar, I subconsciously adjusted my dick which for some reason was semi erect. Spotting him seated with a couple of other guys I went to their table and sort of stood there waiting for him to acknowledge my presence.
"Ahem" I coughed quietly trying to get his attention. He looked at me, nodded at went back to the conversation they were having. I stood there and listened to him tell the others that he had told them I'd be there. They shared a laugh and the guy I was there to see excused himself and stood up.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me boy" he said with that killer smile. "Let's get a table of our own where we can talk and get to know each other."
I turned but before I could take a step he took me by my left elbow and kind of led me to a corner table. It felt kind of natural for him to take the lead. Cindy had done that many times. He pulled a chair out for me and with out thinking I thanked him and sat down.
"My pleasure son", he said. Then he took a gentle hold of my face and pulled me toward his crotch for a quick, reassuring hug. His cock felt large and warm even through his fine wool trousers and I pulled away after I realized what was happening.
"Don't do that please", I managed to squeak, my face turning red. "This is why I'm here to square away your misconceptions about me."
He sat opposite me at our small two-top as I continued. I tried looking him in the eyes but found myself unable to maintain my composure. Looking down at the table I explained to him that I wasn't gay and that I was happily married.
"Did I say you were gay? Did I call you a faggot or something as insulting son?"
There was that son thing again. "I'm 43 years old and not your son sir. My name is John and I'm probably older that you are."
"Then you understand respect johnnie. It's impolite not to look at the person you're talking to."
That said he reached over and took my chin in his hand raising my face to meet his eyes. For some reason I didn't pull back. He was right and I apologized for my rudeness. "I'm sorry sir", I said meekly. "You're right. I should watch my manners."
"That's a good boy", he said smiling. He still had my chin in his hand and began to use his thumb to caress my cheek. "You have soft skin and no 5 o'clock shadow johnnie. I like that in my bois".
"Thank you sir", I breathed. God damnit I thought to myself. I just thanked him for telling me I was soft. I almost blurted out my concerns but he smiled at me and I lost my train of thought.
"If you want to really apologize son, go to the bar and get us a round."
"You're right. What can I get you?"
He stood as I pushed back and told me to bring him an expensive Scotch on the rocks. Patting me on my ass with a soft chuckle he sent me on my way.
As I waited for our drinks I considered what had transpired between us. He hadn't told me his name yet and here I was buying him drinks after he treated me like I was a lady.
Returning to our table he rose and took the drink I offered. Setting his on the table he again pulled my chair out for me, allowing me to sit before he followed suit.
He sipped his drink and thanked me for getting it for him. "I could get used to you serving me. I think you'd like that too." Then he smiled that handsome smile at me.
Flustered, I asked him his name. "Sir, what is your name?" I asked tentatively.
"Names are unimportant johnnie. You may call me Pater."
