I stopped caring the moment the divorce became final. She divorced me when I came out to her as bisexual, leaning gay. Fact was, I had not known had any leaning, other than being straight, until about three years after our marriage.
I had married her after she told me the baby was hers. I stayed with her after a DNA test proved that the child was not mine. I wasn't intending to have what relationship we had destroyed by anything that I did. In fact, other than what little sex I'd had with her, I was practically a virgin.
Then, about three years into our marriage, I started getting some strange and scary desires. I wanted nothing more than a hard male body pressed against mine, and the musky taste of man on my lips. This was exacerbated by the fact that I was now working with what I considered to be the single hottest individual, man or woman, that I had ever encountered, or had seen in any picture, and this person was male. VERY male.
His name was, I found out quickly, Dr. Kailen Erik Moran, and yes, he was a Doctor. Not a medical doctor, he made clear to everyone, but a Doctor of Divinity, and Ancient Religions. One would think that the fact of his learning would make him a stuck-up, over-moral ponce, but nothing could be further from the truth. He was a worldly-wise, honest, forthright man, with not a hint of religion-inflicted stiffness.
He could easily laugh, and was quick with a snarky retort whenever he was teased, or when the jokes flew at high rates. Often, his way with words would have his fellow workers practically paralyzed with laughter. To be frank, I was quickly becoming infatuated with this vibrant personality.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name, for what it's worth, is Sean Leigh Cleburn, and I am a professional recording engineer, one that owns a small recording studio. But that is not my regular job. During the day, I am the purchasing and logistics agent for a major musical instrument dealer in my city.
I'm a bit tall, at 200 centimeters, and 95 Kilograms. I do my best to keep myself healthy, so what little fat is there, is kept somewhat in check. I have to admit, though, I do enjoy the occasional beer and pizza. I also love to cook.
But enough about me.
About five years after the marriage, it ended in me losing everything I owned EXCEPT the studio and my car. I was reduced to sleeping, eating, showering, and practically spending all spare time at the studio. At least, because of not actually being the child's father, I was not subject to child support. What little alimony would usually be paid, was waived by the judge, bless him.
Now, I said earlier that I stopped caring the moment the divorce became final. That's true in everything except my studio and my job. Into those I put every ounce of energy I could muster.
After about two years of this, I had an apartment built off the back of the studio, one that was large enough to do a small amount of entertaining. I was elevated to my current position as logistics agent of the Dealer, in addition to my purchasing agent position, something that really was not a change, as I was already doing the job. They just gave me the extra title, and recognized this with additional pay, almost double what I had started the position.
Through all this, I had one small (read that as fucking huge) thorn in my side. I still was infatuated with one person. And that person was Kailen. Beautiful man, he was. He was still vibrant, and almost too handsome. I got to where I feared every time he and I met, as I would almost certainly develop a massive hard-on, and doing so was not a good thing, to my mind. I feared he would see, and it would jeopardize what little friendship I had with him.
To this end, I poured myself deeper into my work. But this really did not help at all. I would wake up early in the morning, with the darkness surrounding me, realizing I had just had a wet dream of Kailen. This was all the sexual activity I could be said to be getting, and it really did nothing but make it worse.
One afternoon, I was running some figures through the inventory computer's lists, when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and there was Kailen. He smiled at me, and said in his beautiful singer's voice, "Hey, Sean. What are you doing tonight?"
I really had only one answer, because I had no work in the studio. I was all caught up. So, being an honest individual, I said, "Nothing. I had been planning to go get a six pack, and a pizza, and chill in front of a space movie."
Then, Kailen threw a wrench into that plan that had me sweating underneath my t-shirt. "Why don't you join me and my band at the 'Salty Dog Saloon' tonight? There's a jam, and we host it. You and your keyboard talent would be welcome." He then said something that had my heart racing a bit. "Besides, when we aren't playing, it'll give me a chance to get to know you. I've worked with you for eight years now, and I know next to nothing about you."
I sighed, and looked at him, forlornly, I am sure. "That was a bit of the point, Kailen. But, yeah, I suppose. Do I meet you here? And when?"
"Yeah. Meet here, and we pack into the trailer. Bring your keyboard and amp, and be ready to jam. Rock and blues, mostly. Meet us here at about six. You get off at four, right?"
"Yeah. What dress code?"
"We usually dress in black. I'll get a t-shirt for you. And, by the way, what size do you wear?"
I told him. Then, writing it down, he smiled, patted my shoulder, and said quietly, "Thanks, hun. See you at six." Then he walked away.
I was really sweating now. I knew it wasn't really a date, but the man of my dreams had just asked me to go to an event with him. That alone was a bit more than I could handle.
Four O'clock couldn't come sooner.
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I got home and as soon as I stepped into the apartment, had my clothes off. I went directly to the shower and began to wash up. As I did, a rather powerful image of what I believed was my dream man, Kailen, naked, rubbing up against me, entered my mind. I couldn't stand it, and for the first time in years, I reached down and grasped my hardened shaft. I began to slowly fist it.
The sensations were stronger than what I had ever experienced. I imagined his hand on my member, and his lips on mine. I imagined his voice in my ears, his breath on my skin. My eyes were closed, but I am sure if they were open, one could have seen them rolled back into my head.
The heat in my body climbed, and I began to stroke faster. I braced myself against the wall, and panted with need. It was as if electricity had been applied to every sensitive spot, and I was shaking and stiff.
Then, stiffening further, I came hard, with Kailen's name on my lips. Great ropes of cum hit the wall of the shower, and I shuddered as the intense pleasure rippled through my wet body. Never had I cum so hard. It was then that I knew what I wanted more than anything in the world. I wanted Kailen.
Cleaning myself up, I finished my shower, trimmed my goatee, and shaved the rest of my face. I clothed myself, and checked the clock. Surprisingly, it was only 4:45. I packed my two keyboards, a Roland RD-700, and Hammond XK33c with my two amps, a Roland KC-500, and a Leslie 3300 (Look them up if you are curious, those of you who are into music). I had paid dearly for them, saving up for several years, and finally getting what I wanted. I also packed my double stand, my bench, and my small suitcase full of cables.
When done packing, I checked the time. It took only fifteen minutes to pack, because this was my gig rig. I had a similar rig set up in the studio as well. So, I ate a quick snack, and headed for the store, a simple 20 minute ride.
I must have looked a bit scared, because when Kailen saw me, he asked, "Something wrong, hun?"
-Yeah, there is. I'm going out with you,- I thought, but instead I said, "Not really. Just a bit nervous, is all."
Then, he did something which threw me completely off balance. He leaned down, stuck his head into my car window, and very gently kissed me on the lips. Then, while I tried to get my breath from that slight touch, he whispered. "Hun, you do not need to be nervous around me." Then he walked back to his truck, and opened the doors of the trailer.
In order to calm my now frazzled nerves, I jumped out, and began to unload my gear from my car. My encased keyboards and amps found places in the trailer, which was partially loaded with sound gear, a drum kit, and several guitar and bass cases.
Once my gear was strapped in, I stepped out of the trailer to see a site that imprinted itself on my mind. Kailen had stripped his shirt off, and was unfolding a t-shirt. And, in response, I stumbled. He looked better than my dreams and imaginings had been. Luckily, I got my footing, and my shirt was long enough to hide my "tent".
Kailen pulled the shirt on, and looked up to see me staring, and smiled. He threw me a shirt, and said, "Get that shirt off, and put this one on."
I did, conscious of his eyes on me. He smiled at my blush. He then said, "Sean, what ever you do, please don't hide from me, even behind your work. I want to know you. I already know you exercise at least three times a week." Then he leaned in, and grazed my exposed midriff with a finger. "Nice." I nearly came from that touch. I made sure to put my shirt down, and went to lock the door of my car.
The "Salty Dog Saloon" was an amazing place. I'd not been there up until that evening. I really knew nothing about the place. But what I found out had me in a deep quandry, when combined with Kailen's words, and his touch. On several walls, I saw rainbow flags of varying sizes, and some of the neon had rainbow elements as well. The Salty Dog was a Gay Friendly establishment.
-Oh my... Is Kailen gay?- I thought, and that thought didn't fit with the perception of the "typical" gay guy, as governed by what a lot of men considered to be a sign of gayness in my town. This is a sign of how much knowledge I really lacked. I had seen the effeminate types of men before, and that was the only picture of a gay man I had, despite my own preferences.
Kailen explained it this way, "This club is owned by a gay man and a straight man, and their spouses. It caters to everyone, and makes sure that no one is hurt by being gay. Also, it's the only blues club within sixty miles, so it gets a lot of business."
I nodded, and looked around, somehow feeling amazingly comfortable with him. I asked for and received instructions on where to set my gear, and helped the band-mates empty the trailer. I set up and warmed up, limbering my fingers using my ever-present headphones, so as not to interrupt anyone's conversations. Once that was done, I went to the bar and ordered a Guinness and headed for an empty table to wait.
