One summer Friday night it was later than usual when Paul strolled into The Purple Knight with his blonde hair combed out into soft curls and wearing a dark blue miniskirt and light blue blouse. Under those garments, as he always does in that club, he wore a pair of crotchless blue panties and a matching padded bra, because he likes to always look his best and be ready for sex when he goes out in the evening. He had watched a special televised program after showering and shaving his legs and ass, which was why he set out later than usual that night. The bar was less crowded than most Fridays, but he still expected to pick up a man who would love to fuck him where his panties lacked a crotch and/or be sucked off or maybe even two men who would join him in the rest room for a romantic interlude.
Being well-known and liked there, he was greeted by almost everybody in the club, and they addressed him as Pauletta, the name he uses while in drag. He responded in kind and stepped up to the bar to order a small glass of white wine, his usual preference. The drinks there are overpriced, but nobody minds, because they consider their cost to be similar to an admission charge to a place where sexual pleasure is easily available. As he stood by the bar, a man he knew well joined him, holding a cocktail in his hand.
"Hi, Cliff," he greeted his friend and sometimes sex partner, and his salutation was returned.
The man who had approached him was just the sort of companion Pauletta was looking for. Besides being a large, pleasant young man, he is gay and strictly a top and is blessed with a big cock, which had been inside the drag queen's ass or mouth on several enjoyable occasions. Cliff was obviously interested in some sex too because, while the two men shared an embrace and a long kiss with their lips, he reached around and patted his new companion's curvy ass before ordering another drink.
"Oh, you're a fresh guy," Pauletta responded, while smiling. "I like fresh guys." It was what he said to everybody who fondled him the way Cliff had.
"That's good, because I like you too. I mean, I really like you."
As he spoke, the young top slipped his hand under the skirt of the drag queen and inside the opening in his panties where the crotch would have been and stroked the bare skin. Pauletta favors such under garments to give men easy access to his ass, such as Cliff was enjoying then, and so he can fuck in the men's rest room without removing them. The liberties being taken were much enjoyed by both men, and the recipient of the fondling arched his back to expedite the excursion of the other man's hand.
"Do you want to go into the men's room with me?" Pauletta asked.
"What I'd really like to do is go to your apartment for some hot sex and sleep in your bed with you tonight," Cliff answered, as his fingers slipped into the cleft of the ass he found so fascinating.
That took Pauletta somewhat aback. He had come to the club expecting to go to the rest room with somebody for a quick fuck, or maybe to suck somebody off. The management goes out of their way to make it easy for their gay patrons to indulge themselves sexually, and he performs one or both sex acts almost every time he goes there. He doesn't really care very much for morning sex, and he always removes his makeup before going to bed. Those are two reasons he usually preferred not to entertain overnight sex partners or be entertained by them, but he also has more than a little aversion to surrendering too much of his privacy.
At the same time, he was aware of how much better fucking is when lying face down or kneeling on a bed, as opposed to being on his feet and leaning over an open toilet, especially when his partner is a good and patient man such as he knew Cliff to be. Pauletta always has genuine affection for his sex partners or they would never reach that status, but he has always felt a special fondness for the man who was standing beside him. Cliff was starting to slip the tip of a finger into his ass, and Pauletta knew his cock would feel much better. If the suggestion had been to go to a motel, or some place such as that, it would have been turned down flat, but he would still be in charge in his apartment.
He made up his mind. "Okay, my place it is."
Cliff removed his finger from Pauletta's ass and the men finished their drinks and strolled to the door. Some who watched them go outside, instead of to the rest room were surprised, because they know the sexy drag queen's usual preferences, but nobody said anything, except to wave goodbye. Once outside, Pauletta started to lead his friend to their destination.
The Castro in San Francisco is a rather small part of a very compact city, and every place in the district is a fairly short walk from any other. Although rather late, it was still Friday night, so many of the denizens were out and about, and the two men had an easy walk from The Purple Knight to Pauletta's residence in a brightly painted Victorian. After unlocking the front door, he held it open for his guest and they walked upstairs to his apartment in the front of the building.
"This is a really nice place," Cliff remarked as he stood in the front room after Pauletta had closed and locked the door behind them.
Although small, the apartment is clean and well furnished and has a bay window with a view of the busy street below. Pauletta is proud of the way he had decorated the place, and wanted to show his visitor around, but Cliff had other ideas. He had already expressed as much appreciation as he was going to, at least right then, and had other things on his mind. Number one among those things was the shapely little ass he had been thinking about all day and had been fondling a few minutes earlier.
Paul is a slender man, and rather short, especially since he removed his high-heeled pumps immediately after closing the door behind himself and Cliff. His partner for the night is burly and over six feet tall with broad shoulders, just the kind of physique Pauletta finds attractive. They embraced, Cliff enfolding the smaller man in a bear hug and bending down to kiss the pretty, lipsticked face turned up to meet him. While their tongues explored each other, his hands did some more exploring, raising the hem of Pauletta's mini skirt and pushing through the elastic waist band of his panties to squeeze either of the soft cheeks available to him.
When he felt the hands on his ass and his panties being pushed down, Paul ended the kiss and grinned up at the large, eager man. "Oooo, I like that, but let's go into the bedroom," he murmured.
