My phone sat face down on the bar. I certainly didn't need Paul to see and messages that might come through.
Paul is our school's PE teacher, and a friend since our time at college. He had been the one to encourage me to make use of the school's facilities in the first place. He had a knack for lifting people's moods, and was an exceptional teacher and loved by the girls at the school. It probably had a lot to do with his being openly gay and amazingly attractive.
We sat, chatting and bitching our way through the third beer of the evening. When my phone buzzed, the table vibrated, sending a familiar tingle through both our wrists as they clenched the bottom of our respective beer glasses. Paul finished his and announced that he needed the bathroom in a practiced combination of masculinity and campness, "I need to use the little boys room."
I waited momentarily before flipping my phone over to see the message from Molly.
"Almost time for Suzie to go down for the night. Then it's time for us for a little bit."
My cock found it's familiar semi-hard state again with an urgency that beckoned me to be anywhere more private than a bar.
"Someone special?" asked Paul, obviously reading the excitement on my face.
I wanted to say no, to deny that there was anything, but Paul knew me too well, so I played it down as best I could. "Just someone that I started seeing recently. Not too sure where it's headed yet."
"Well it's about time you got your dick wet again." Paul offered reaching deep into his bucket of masculine stereotypes. "Three's my limit tonight I'm afraid, I have an early training session in the morning."
"Is this with your new boy toy client?" I ask, ribbing him a little to divert attention away from me.
"You wouldn't believe it, he's an adonis. He says that he's straight, but he really seems to enjoy it when I help him stretch." Paul was not a little red as he collected his bag and jacket from the back of the bar stool. "And the shorts that he wears to our training session don't exactly scream 'straight' to me."
As we left the bar my phone buzzed again. Safely nestled in my pocket, I said goodbye to Paul and walked towards my car. As soon as I thought I'd be out of Paul's eye line, I pulled the phone out and opened Molly's picture.