In the heat of Summer the streets of Paris hummed with a gentle rhythm as twilight descended over the city.
Carl was looking forward to relaxing after a long day at work. The 42 year-old man had a sturdy and comforting frame. His chestnut-colored hair matched the scruffy beard framing his face. His hazel eyes conveyed a blend of curiosity and timidity. After leaving his low-paying job at City Hall, Carl had changed into casual and comfortable clothes. He was wearing a pair of faded denim jeans. His white tank top highlighted his hairy chest.
Carl headed to a bar in Le Marais, Paris historical LGBT neighborhood. He entered a gay bar and ordered a beer.
Across the room, Peter stood tall and commanding. He was in his mid-thirties. His muscular physique filled out a sleek blue shirt, tailored to accentuate every contour of his powerful frame. A pair of loop earrings dangled from his ears, catching the soft glow of the bar lights as he leaned casually against the counter. Peter's presence was magnetic. His dark hair was swept back with a casual elegance. His face was chiseled with determination and framed by a strong jawline. His emerald-green eyes, sharp and penetrating, scanned the room.
As Carl's gaze wandered, it inevitably settled on Peter. A wave of heat washed over him, stirring a primal longing he couldn't quite define. It wasn't just Peter's physical attractiveness that captivated him, but an inexplicable pull. In that fleeting moment, amidst the ambient hum of voices and clinking glasses, Carl felt a stirring in his chest. Across the room, Peter turned slightly, catching Carl's gaze for a brief, electric moment. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, a wordless acknowledgment of a connection yet to be explored.
After finishing his beer, Carl had to take a piss. He headed towards the back of the bar. The soft amber glow of the bar's ambiance faded into the utilitarian brightness of the restroom as Carl pushed open the heavy door. Navigating past the row of sinks, he approached the line of urinals, his mind still lingering on the magnetic presence of Peter. He chose a spot at he end, a calculated decision to maintain a respectful distance with other patrons. He focused on the task at hand, the steady stream splashing softly into the urinal as he sought a moment's reprieve from the tension coiling within.
Moments later, the door creaked open again. Carl's pulse quickened imperceptibly as Peter entered the restroom, moving with a confident stride that seemed to command attention even in this mundane setting. Without hesitation, Peter approached the urinal adjacent to Carl's.
Carl couldn't help but steal a sidelong glance. Sensing Carl's gaze, Peter turned slightly, his eyes meeting Carl's with a knowing glint. There was a flicker of amusement in his expression, tempered by a raw intensity that held Carl captive.
"Enjoying the view?" Peter's voice was low and husky, a velvet undertone that sent a shiver down Carl's spine. Caught off guard yet strangely exhilarated, Carl cleared his throat, a nervous chuckle escaping him.
"I, uh, can't say I'm not." Carl answered. Peter's smirk widened.
"Good. Would you want to touch it?" he asked.
"I would love to, Sir", Carl answered. He could not believe that such a sexy stud would take an interest in him. His heart was pounding as he thought of what would come next.
