I'm sitting in my car outside the Albatross, its rainbow flag fluttering in the soft night breeze. Would tonight be the night? I have come here on three consecutive Saturdays to find an answer, or to answer a longing.
Well, perhaps three is a charm. I lock the car and proceed to the door. A wave of music and conversation greets me as I open it. I give what I hope is a friendly smile to the few faces that turn to witness my entry. I walk up to the bar and select an empty pew. An attractive young woman brings me the whiskey I order and I sit back watching some soccer on the wide screen television hung on the wall.
I'm watching a good game, and I don't really even mind not speaking the announcer's language. A second scotch, exactly like the one I have in my hand appears at my elbow. I look askance at the girl behind the bar and she points to a tall, dark haired man in slacks and sweater sitting behind me.
I turn, and he raises his glass and invites me to share his table. My stomach twists as I smile and go to meet who I hope will be the man I have been looking for.
"Hello." I said, "My name is Will."
"Hello, Will," He replied, "My name's Matt, come have a seat and we'll solve the world's problems-one drink at a time." I chuckled at his joke and sat down on his right, so that I could hear better.
I sipped my scotch as he drank a beer and we started talking about soccer. We both were at the same level of fandom it seemed, and we shared our ignorance about the finer points of football.
After the match ended, there was a pause in the conversation and Matt asked "Do you come here often?"
I said "Not really, I've been in the last three Saturdays, but I don't know that counts as often."
He looked at me oddly and asked "Are you gay, or bi?"
I ignored the question and asked him "Is this your local?" He said that he came in when the mood took him. I asked "What mood is that?" "Is it contagious?"
He laughed and said "I hope so." "What are you doing here?" He continued, "I mean it is obviously a gay bar, are you gay?"
"No." I said, "You can call me curious, or hedonist but I don't find men attractive-at least in a sexual way."
He smiled and asked "What are you curious about? How does it involve accepting a drink from a strange man in a gay bar?"
"I came here to see if I could find someone that would understand." I said, "I don't want to make love with a man, the thought of kissing a guy does not appeal to me at all." "I want to taste a cock, and feel it up inside me."
He looked at me, I felt uncomfortable with the look. "If you are looking for a cock to suck, and a cock to be slipped into your ass." he said, while pulling a card out of his wallet, "Then come to my house, and I will give you all you want, and possibly more."
I took the card and said "All right I will come over, when do you want me?"
"Tonight, of course" he replied, "It's Saturday night, and I was looking for some action, so give me a half hour head start, and then come into my parlor." He laughed, then turned and said "See you in 30 minutes."
I watched him leave, then looked at the address. It was about a mile from the bar, I glanced at my watch and then sat down to finish my drink.
Thirty five minutes later I pulled into the driveway. Got out of the car, locked it and walked up to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened and Matt stood there wearing a terry cloth robe.
"Come on in." he said, I went in and heard him close and lock the door behind me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me into the living room. The room was decorated in reds and blacks, with instruments of medieval torture lurking in corners."Nice place." I commented, "I've never seen anything quite like it." He guided me to a chair, where a glass of scotch awaited.
He sat across from me, his robe briefly exposing his manhood. I drank my drink, and was just about to speak when he said "Let me show you around, the house is not large or fancy but I think I've added a few unusual touches that makes it quite special."
He showed me where the bathroom was, and his study, and led me to his bedroom past a store room or something. There was a lock on the door and I was going to ask when we entered his bedroom.
He turned and said "Are you ready?" I nodded,"Then take off your clothes, you can lay them on that chair."
I disrobed and laid my clothes neatly across the chair. I heard a rustle and turned to see Matt wearing nothing but a smile.
I looked down at his circumcised member, and was taken aback at the size of the thing. It was a full 8 inches, hanging there flaccid, what was like when it got angry? I walked over and went to my knees in front of him. He smiled down at me, and said "Come on, get started."
