I walked into the bar and surveyed the scene. At first, it was just the usual crowd. A few older guys sitting in a booth with some wine. A few young twinks obviously trying to pick up some sugar daddies. A few people were dancing. A few people doing shots. And then I saw him. The shock of it sent shivers down my spine and gave me an instant hard on. Trent. I couldn't believe he was here. He was the last guy in the world I ever expected to find in a gay bar on a Friday night. But he was here, standing less than twenty feet from me.
I had first noticed Trent on a flight to the remote work camp location where we both had worked. He was seated several rows away from me, and could not keep my eyes off of his fantastic bulging muscles and the colourful tattoo protruding out of his designer polo shirt. A few months later, I was able to start interacting with him on a professional level and I became more and more attracted. I nicknamed him "Perfect," which seemed appropriate considering how incredible he was. I was always too shy to see if he was even remotely curious, and he had recently taken a job at another site.
But now he was here, on my turf. But why was he here? Could he actually be gay? Or was he just here with a friend? Did he not know it was a gay bar? My mind was flooded with all these thoughts. I was flustered, trying to figure out what I should do. I could approach him, or pretend to run into him, or just leave. But this was the chance of a lifetime – Perfect was here and he was standing at the bar, all alone! Before I could actually decide what to do, I realized I was walking toward him.
"Trent?" I said, excitedly, pretending I had just noticed him as I approached the bar to order a drink. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. In that moment, I wasn't sure if he was glad to see me, horrified to see me, or just surprised to see me. But I didn't care, because now I knew that my Perfect was standing there, right in front of me, and he wasn't running away!
"I was just thinking of leaving, actually," he said. "But now that you're here I'm going to stay. I'll buy, you like rum & coke?" I just about fainted with elation. It felt like a dream, and if it was, I did not want it to ever end.
"Why don't you go grab us a booth and I'll get the drinks," he said, leaning in close and putting his hand on my arm. As he leaned in, I got a fantastic whiff of his cologne, and his touch sent more shivers up and down my entire body.
I grabbed us a booth over in a secluded corner, and he quickly joined me. Instead of sitting across the table as I expected, he sat right beside me, almost touching me. I was still a little nervous, and I think he could sense it as we talked. He leaned over, hovered his mouth over my ear and whispered, "Relax, I like you. I've liked you for a long time, and I am so glad you're here." This sent my hormones into overdrive, and magically I was able to relax. He put his arm around me, and I shifted over to get more comfortable. I nestled into his warm, muscular body and we talked and laughed for a while. After a few more rounds, he asked if I wanted to get out of there. I agreed, and we quickly got our coats and left.
It was a chilly night, and after walking around for a few minutes, I took a deep breath and asked Trent if we would like to come to my condo, which was only a few blocks from where we were.
"I thought you'd never ask," he quipped, putting his muscular arm around me as we continued to walk.
When we got up to my place, I asked him if he'd like a drink. He replied with a simple "not really," grabbed me and started kissing my neck.
"You smell fantastic," he said as he turned me to face him, and began kissing me passionately. "This is my first time with a guy, so please be patient."
