This morning I woke up with the worst headache imaginable. My apartment was a mess and there were bills to be paid. Etc, etc. Just when I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, in walks my girlfriend, a furious scowl on her pretty face. She found out I was bisexual. In the most melodramatic way you can possibly imagine.
Well, screw that, I told her. Apparently Alex, my Tuesday night fuck, had bitched on me. Motherfucker. We broke up, of course. I wasn’t gonna lose any sleep over it, I told myself – she wasn’t worth it. I made a mental note to give Samantha, Alex’s wife, a little phone call.
But feeling kinda bummed anyway, I trudged to my favourite sleazy gay bar. I needed some loving – a stress-relief fuck, that was what I needed. I wanted some cute stranger, legs spread and lying beneath me, screaming in pleasure, and not just screaming at me.
I pushed open the swinging doors of the bar. The place was so damn obvious; it was called The Closet, for fuck’s sake. Immediately, I could smell pot. There were practically no women inside besides a few lesbians. All around were men, drinking and smoking, occasionally disappearing to the bathrooms to smoke weed or to suck cock. There were leather dudes (not really my type, but should try anyway), some twinks (they can be annoying but are usually desperate for a fuck) and some regular jock types. I felt right at home.
And then I saw him. He was sitting somewhere near the back, all alone. My heart instantly beat faster – he was possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was either Chinese or Japanese and absolutely beautiful. He had jet black hair, stylishly tousled, and a chiseled face, with a perfect complexion. He was quite pale, and his white skin contrasted shockingly with his perfect pink lips and slight stubble. Man, I wanted to spread him, right there on the table. He heard me approach, and looked up at me. Then I saw his most arresting feature – his beautiful eyes, deep brown, angled and upturned at the sides like most Chinese men. They seemed to dance and sparkle. The whole noisy bar, my crappy life, suddenly became far away and insignificant – everything to me right then revolved around this heavenly hunk. My heart raced.
He smiled at me, a shy smile, when I said “Hi”. It was as sweet as a shot of morphine. Even to this day, I never forgot that first smile. I looked closer – he was drinking orange juice.
I wondered why he was sitting alone, although he didn’t fail to attract glances from most men in the room. Suddenly I felt irrationally jealous and possessive. How dare they look at him!
But I extended my hand at him and said, “Hi. My name’s Cory. Would you like some company?” Something about the kindness in his eyes made me bold.
He smiled again (man, he’s so fuckin cute, I thought) and to my delight he said yes. As I sat down, he apologized that he didn’t speak much English. He had a cute, kinda deep voice. He told me his name was Shen.
A pesky waiter came over. I ordered a beer and asked Shen if he wanted anything. He said he didn’t drink. As the waiter left, he nodded towards Shen and winked at me, as if in congratulation. I couldn’t help feeling pleased.
We talked a bit, with me asking most questions. He was shy and spoke carefully, as if unsure of himself. I learned he was Chinese, from Shanghai and studying here in the UK. He’d ask me some questions, about where I lived and so on. He smiled a lot, and laughed when I rattled the few Chinese words I knew. He was very friendly.
I drank my beer while he sipped his orange juice. We didn’t say anything for a long time. I just watched him – I could stare at him for hours. A lock of his hair fell over his eyes. He brushed it away and peered at me, giving me a small, uncertain smile. I fell in love with him, right then.
A sudden urgency gripped me. I wanted to sleep with him right away, not just out of lust, but as if to show him, since language was a bit of a problem, just how much I felt for him. I didn’t know how to phrase the question. After quick deliberation, I stroked his hand meaningfully, stared straight into his angelic eyes and asked,
“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?”
I braced myself for the rejection, but he didn’t answer me. I looked at him – a big, mischievous grin on his face, making his eyes crinkle and dance. I was smiling too. “What does that mean, Shen?” I asked him.
He laughed in embarrassment, and pretended not to understand me. Man, he was such a tease! “Shen….” I said, coaxingly. The name sounded so right. “C’mon…..”. He’d just break my heart if he said no!
