As I walked down the street, I kept replaying the whole scene in my head. I couldn't believe that my girlfriend of 2 years had broken up with me. And to think, she had been cheating on me this entire time, unbelievable!
The neon sign for Jacks bar was beckoning me as I approached, so I decided that after the day I had, I needed a drink. No, I needed to get drunk!! I've passed this bar hundreds of times but have never gone in, so it was about time.
I pulled the door open and walked into the darkness, barely lit by more neon, two tv's at either end of the bar and a few wall lights. The place was practically empty except for a small group sitting way in the back, so I took a seat at the bar as my eyes began to adjust.
Ordering a shot of whiskey and a beer from the bartender, I stared up at one of the tv's and replayed the night in my mind.
"Fuck her," I said to myself, "fuck her and all her stupid friends."
"Sounds like girl trouble."
A voice came from my right. I looked over and there sat an older, maybe late 50s to early 60s gentleman, smiling at me.
"Not anymore," I replied as I picked up my whiskey and gulped it down.
He chuckled and sat there, not saying a word for the next several minutes until he introduced himself as Peter. I slid my empty shot glass away from me as I finished my beer, contemplating leaving as I set the bottle down.
"This ones on me, buddy," Peter said as the bartender placed another round in front of me. I smiled at him and nodded my head as I gulped down another shot.
We sat for 30 minutes or so, the beer and whiskey slowly loosening my tongue before I said another word. Peter would glance over at me occasionally but left me alone and I appreciated it.
"Peter, thanks for the drinks and for not talking my ear off," I said.
"I know that look, I've been there before," he said with a smile.
We began to chat about different things, work, sports, fishing, everything except girl problems and he bought us several more rounds.
"Well," Peter said, "I think I'll be heading home, can I offer you a lift?"
I sat there for a moment and thought about it, and then stood up. I really didn't feel like walking home so I agreed and we headed out the door. We walked to peters car and got in, chatting the entire time. I guess we were so caught up in our talk that he never bothered to ask where I lived and I never told him. Before we realized it, he was pulling into his driveway. I actually didn't mind at all, since I was enjoying his company and didn't want to be alone. We weren't far from where I lived so it wasn't a big deal.
Peter laughed as he got out of his car, when he realized what had happened, and said I might as well come in for a beer and I could get a cab later. I agreed and followed him inside and up the lift. He lived in a nice loft style condo that was right on the edge of the park. As we walked in the front door, the first thing I noticed was the view, floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the park.
"Wow," I said, "this is some view!"
Peter came out from the kitchen, handed me a beer and led me out on to the balcony. He directed me to take a seat while he went back inside. When he returned, he placed a bottle of whiskey on the small glass table and took a seat as he poured me a shot. We sat there chatting for a bit as we drank, and before I knew it my mind was completely off my break up. I was feeling pretty good actually, and pretty drunk.
I was really enjoying his company. I couldn't quit figure it out but he was very easy to talk to and had a soothing fatherly way about him that really put me at ease. He seemed to go out of his way to try and comfort me without being obvious about it, and it made me feel like he cared.
Peter went inside for two more beers and left me on the balcony when out of nowhere, the sky opened up and drenched me from head to toe. I stood up and quickly ran inside to the kitchen, trying not to drip too much water as I made my way to the tile floor. Peter was standing there looking at me and as we made eye contact we both began to laugh.
"Oh wow, you're soaked," he said. "Follow me, I've got a robe you can wear while we dry those off."
I followed him to his bedroom where he took two robes from the closet and laid them on the bed, allowing me to pick which one I wanted. They were both a little bit short so it didn't seem to matter which so I took the robe closest to me and went to change in his bathroom. Peter called out while I was changing and told me to just hang my wet clothes over the shower curtain rod.
When I finished, I walked out into his bedroom and saw Peter standing there naked. Totally caught off guard, and a bit embarrassed, I apologized. Peter just laughed and said he decided that he would slip into a robe as well, since it was getting stormy, it was robe appropriate weather. At first this seemed a bit odd to me but then somehow began to make sense.
The quick drenching sobered me up a little bit but not enough to keep me from inadvertently staring at Peters nakedness. It must have been 10 to 15 seconds before I realized I was staring and looked away. He noticed but didn't say anything as he tied his robe and suggested we finish our drinks on the couch.
I followed Peter out and took a seat on the couch as he went to retrieve the bottle from the balcony and poured us another drink. He clicked a remote and the fireplace lit up and warmed the room. I leaned back and looked over the couch at him as he picked up our glasses, and couldn't help thinking about seeing him naked earlier. I was kind of confused about the feelings I was having but chalked it up to the alcohol. I always get horny when I drink.
Peter came and sat beside me and we drank and talked some more. The couch was small so he sat sideways against the arm rest, almost facing me with his legs semi crossed, which left the lower half of his robe wide open. I turned to face him, sitting the same way so I wouldn't have to keep turning my head, but also so I could catch another glimpse of Peters cock. There was no denying the fact that I was becoming fascinated with it.
I would sneak peeks every now and then as we talked , and then I was treated to an eyeful when Peter stood up to pour us another. His robe fell open as he stood up and he made no effort to close it. When he returned, he handed me my glass and then rested his arm along the back of the couch with his hand just behind my head. His robe still open as he sat there, casually sipping as his fingers began to lightly graze the back of my head.
I was beginning to have feelings that I couldn't explain. As I looked up at him, my stomach was getting butterflies and my cock was beginning to stir under my robe.
We sat there while his fingers played gently with my hair, all the while acting as though nothing was going on. I had never had a man behave this way towards me and it was confusing and exhilarating all at the same time. I gulped my drink down and my eyes darted back down between his legs where his cock was slowly growing. When I saw the slow steady movement as his cock began to expand, I couldn't look away.
I quickly realized that my own cock had begun waking up and was creeping out from under my robe. Peters hand went to the back of my neck and squeezed gently, massaging my muscles as he gripped my hair line. I was dizzy from drinks and excitement and he easily coaxed my head downward as he pulled his robe open further.