The second story in this series. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback is important.
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After my fun at the urinal I decided to give myself a chance to revive. It seemed best to stay at the pub and meet George's mates and then head off to his with batteries renewed.
I struggled back to him across the crowded bar.
"So what have you been up to?" he said with a smile.
"Been getting to know the locals better" I smiled in reply and hoped my tenting crotch had subsided and if he did notice he would think he was the cause of my excitement.
George looked at me somewhat strangely, holding eye contact and gazing so deeply he made me shiver.
"So, what do you fancy, apart from me that is? Back to my place or a bit longer here?" He grinned and pulled me towards him, cupping one of my bum cheeks in each hand.
I was certainly tempted but reckoned that another hour would increase my chances of being able to perform to maximum effect. I certainly didn't want to disappoint George. A grope in the toilets was one thing but going home with a hot guy was something much bigger, or at least it was to me. I wondered how many guys he had invited back to his place. He was certainly a very desireable guy, young and fit with a sexy gleam in his eye and a sincerity that I hadn't expected to find, You couldn't rely on stereotypes.
"Come on Matt, what do you want," George said as he snuggled into my neck.
"Lets have another couple of drinks and relax a bit, can we?" I said as he rubbed my arms and shoulders. God he was hot!!
"OK, my treat, what do you drink?" I'll introduce you to a few of my mates. No ideas mind. I want you all to myself later." Hmm , if he only knew.
Just then two guys strode up and greeted us. "Hi Georgie, How's it hanging?" said the tall black guy in the leather jacket. "We haven't seen you out for ages. Nice one. Good to see you back in circulation." (Bloody hell it was the guy from the bog.)
I went red and hoped nobody could see my blushes.
The long haired guy with him casually draped his arm on my shoulder.
"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your mate?" He winked at me so George couldn't see. "Haven't seen you here before have I?" and he let his hand drift slowly down my back and gently, discreetly grope my arse cheeks.
Could George see? I hoped not and kept facing him and smiling as I felt fingers running along my belt under my shirt. They tickled against my sensitive skin.
"Hi lads, I was just about to get them in. This is Matt. Matt meet Paul (the black guy) and Bobby. Now what do you want?"
Paul licked his lips and mumbled something to Bobby that we couldn't hear.
"Just drinks boys, at least for now."
Bobby and George headed for the bar to get our order and Bobby winked at me again as he turned back. He licked his lips lasciviously and I felt myself blushing again.
That left me with Paul. He was some stud, tight jeans and a black belt with biker boots and a leather jacket. Wow. I couldn't stop my eyes roaming over his tight body, lingering time and again at his crotch. He could see me checking him out and he smiled.
"Glad we met up again. Like what you see?"
"Hey can you keep quiet about hooking up in the loo. I don't want to get a reputation as a sleezy slag."
"OK Matt, your secret is safe with me, but I'm not sure about Bobby. He has a real mouth on him and is not known for discretion. You may have to buy him off with a promise of some fun later. What do you think?"
I mumbled my agreement to whatever Paul could do to keep Bobby quiet and Paul sealed the deal by rubbing his hand over my crotch. "I guess your'e new to all this" he said and I was spared disclosing by the return of the other guys with the drinks.
We clinked pint glasses and George took up a protective stance with one arm on my shoulder, as if staking a claim. He obviously knew the lads well and they compared notes on what they'd been up to.
Before I knew it Bobby was big mouthing about how good it was in the pub toilet. "Yeh I just came from there and there was a whole load of action. Too dark to really see who was who but that made it even more of a turn on, know what I mean?" and he winked at me again. This time George saw and he gave me a quizzical look before changing the subject to the local sauna. It seemed they all frequented it a lot, all except me of course. When I admitted I'd never been they howled with laughter.
"What sort of closet fag are you man?" said Paul. "You don't seem to get about much for a young gay guy. Live with your mum do you?" and they laughed again.
George was studying my face intently and I could see sympathy and kindness in his eyes.
"Hey guys, leave the newbe alone. Some guys like to take their time. They aren't all sleazy sluts like you two."
"Oh is that right?" said Bobby. "I'll have you know your new mate here was in the bog playing around just 10 minutes ago, wasn't he Paul?"
I hung my head in shame and Paul gestured with a cut off motion across his throat.
"Ok," I said hoping to make a clean breast of it. "I admit I'm new to all this and when I got to the urinal I was so turned on with the poppers and those guys cocks I couldn't help myself. I just had to have a taste. Like a kid in a sweet shop."
George looked disappointed.
"I'm sorry if you feel let down," I said as I moved closer to him. I could see his eyes searching mine. "I promise I'll make it up to you the first chance I get," and with that I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.
I expected something, his lips to part, a slap on the back or something, but George just stood there and let me kiss him.
I pulled away and mumbled something about "Must be time to go" and turned away before they could all see my disappointment. God what a fool I was. I had expected that after as little as an hour George would feel something for me, something like friendship I guess. I was obviously wrong because he turned away and moved closer to the nearest group of men and started chatting.
I looked at Paul, who seemed genuinely sorry at the recent outcome, and Bobby, who was leering at me smugly.
"Well that sorted you out," he said with a cocky flick of his hair. He too turned away and I was left gazing into Paul's eyes.
"Sorry mate," he said as he patted my arm. "I had no idea it would go like that. Step outside for a minute. I want to tell you something."
I was heading in that direction anyway so we pushed through the crowd together and found ourselves on the pavement.
"Well?", I asked as I pushed my hands deep inside my jacket pockets. "What did that mean? I hadn't really done anything wrong. We had only just met and we aren't an item. I was a bit carried away I'll admit but so what?"
Paul didn't say anything for some time. He just looked at me, obviously thinking things out.
Eventually he asked "How much do you like George?"
"I don't know, we've only just met. I'm still not sure about men in that way. I know he makes me horny and hard and I wish now I'd gone straight back to his place instead of visiting the loo first."
I shrugged and looked up at Paul. "What are you getting at?" I said.
He looked at me and I could see he meant what he said next. "I think he really likes you."
I laughed. "But we've only just met."
"I know but you don't know what he's been through. He was very badly hurt when his boy friend died in a car accident last year. Hurt physically and emotionally. Since then he rarely goes out. We were amazed to see him at the pub on such a busy night. It's not like him at all. He hasn't had any kind of relationship, not even a one night since the accident. I think he saw something special in you at that brief meeting and now feels let down that you didn't want him, you just wanted the sex."
"Bloody hell, that's a bit deep. I'm not sure I can cope with that. I'm not even out," I said, "and more importantly I've had a girl friend for the last two years."
He looked at me sympathetically and smiled. "I just thought you aught to know."
He held out his hand and as we shook he said, "Why not come back inside and see what happens? You may find out a bit about yourself and ... well it seems a pity to end the evening so early. What do you say?" He was still holding my hand and I squeezed his fingers.
"OK," I said with some trepidation. "Lets give it a go. It's fucking freezing out here and I could do with another drink."
Paul smiled and held the door open for me as we pushed our way back into the pub. We were instantly enveloped in the heat and the noise. The band were playing a cover number very loudly and I smiled at Paul as he leaned across. "What can I get you to drink?" he said with a wink.
I followed Paul to the bar and noticed George looking in my direction. I smiled over and he nodded briefly and quickly looked away. It was so loud and noisy that I couldn't hear myself think.
"So you came back pussy boy," said Bobby in my ear. I hadn't heard him approach and shrugged him off as he stumbled towards me. He'd certainly had enough.