Larry and I met again the following Wednesday. He answered the door wearing a short black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. A pearl necklace hung across his hairy chest. His lips shone brightly with fire-red lipstick. Heavy black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. He still looked totally like a dude in women's clothes, just more feminized. I loved the look. It was just the vibe that turned me on. Larry didn't say a word as I stepped inside, and he closed the door behind me. An invisible force drew our bodies together as soon as we were alone inside. We embraced and kissed. He smelled like his wife's perfume. My hands ran down Larry's back to his ass, and I gave a squeeze. His tongue responded by plunging deep into my mouth, while his hands played with the hair at the back of my head. My arm hairs stood on end. Properly channeled, the sexual energy between us could have lit up New York for a year.
Larry suddenly pulled away and looked into my eyes.
"Would you like to have a glass of wine with me?" he asked in his best feminine voice.
"I'd be delighted," I said.
This was a surprise. We usually jumped right into sucking and fucking.
I followed him to the bedroom, where the gray blanket with white stripes was laid across the bed. Julia Ann, one of the hottest porn stars of all time, was doing a striptease in a video on the TV. Larry took a bottle of red wine from the dresser, dug in the corkscrew and pulled out the cork with a pop. He poured us each a glass, and handed me one.
"To us," he said.
"To us," I replied.
Our glasses clinked, and we drank. It was a zesty wine with hints of lemon. Larry sat on the bed and patted the space next to him. I joined him, close enough so that the sides of our bodies touched.
"I thought maybe we could chat a bit before we got down to it," he said.
"That's a great idea," I said. "We've had great talks on Grindr and hot sex in person but we've never had a real conversation in person, have we?"
"Not much at all," he said.
Larry took a big gulp of wine and refilled his glass. He splashed a bit more in mine, too. I took a big drink.
"I've got something I really want to tell you," he said.
"What is it?"
I put my hand on Larry's knee and slid it up to his thigh. The sexual energy in the room seemed to crackle.
"It's just that you don't know what these Wednesdays have meant to me," he said. "It's as if I'd been searching for something my whole life, and I've finally found it with you. For the first time, I can be sexually free. I love giving myself to you, I love pleasing you. You make me feel loved, desired and accepted. No one has done that for me before. But I also like that what we do is a game. We can help each other satisfy our sexual and emotional needs without having to go all the way gay."
"I totally get it," I said. "I feel the same way."
Larry nodded.
"I'm not sure if we are in love or pretending to be in love," he said. "It really doesn't matter because what we are doing makes our relationship that much more intense. Whatever the feeling is, we can keep it confined to what we do on Grindr and in this bedroom. I am not going to get jealous of your wife or anyone else you fuck, and I have no fear that you will get jealous of me. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes, I absolutely do," I said. "You've described it perfectly. It's as if we have this perfect garden, and we've built a wall around us that lets nothing in or out."
"It's more than sex, but not too much more," Larry said.
"We are so perfect for each other," I replied.
I drained the wine out my glass, and Larry did the same from his. He took the empty glass from my hand and set both glasses back on the dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of Rush poppers. Larry strutted over to me like a stripper, hiked up his dress and straddled my lap. I leaned back, digging my hands into the mattress and using my arms as supports. Larry's eyes locked onto mine as he twisted the cap off the bottle. He plugged one nostril and inhaled deeply, then switched nostrils for a second hit. His hard cock poked into the front of his white, satin panties.
"Now your turn," he said.
Larry handed me the bottle. My hands trembled as I lifted the rim to my nose. I pressed my finger against my left nostril and inhaled slowly buy forcefully with the right. The chemical smell filled my insides, and my cheeks heated up. By the time I switched to the left nostril, the blood was rushing to my cock.
