The Grotto and a Proposition

I woke up to my room mate, Nick, banging around his side of the room. I lay still trying to determine how bad my hangover was going to be. The damn curtains were useless as our room was flooded with sunlight. I put the pillow over my head, trying to muffle the racket he was making.

It was the first time I had stopped to size him up. He definitely had been snacking too much and exercising his thumbs playing video games. He had put up posters of the games he liked, something I had never had much interest in. I watched as he moved around. He was only around 5'8 and already had a fat ass and gut. He had to be carrying twenty-five extra pounds.

I was having fun trying to imagine him fucking his girlfriend Sylvia. Our brief meeting, when he moved in yesterday, set the tone. She had big "A" attitude and we took an instant dislike to each other. She wasn't very tall herself, a few inches shorter then Nick but she did have a great looking body. She didn't seem to wear much makeup and her mousy brown hair needed someone to cut it properly.

"What time is it Nick?", I groaned from under my pillow.

"Just after 11. You were pretty noisy when you came in last night."

"Yeah? You were or actually your girlfriend was pretty noisy when I tried to get back into the room yesterday." That shut him up.

"What the fuck are you doing. Can you bang those drawers any louder?" It wasn't going to be a bad hangover but those electric jolts were dancing around my skull.

I could see he was in a mood.

"You and the girlfriend have a fight. I thought she would be here by now."

"She is on her way over. I am trying to find my shower kit. She is going to kill me if I am not ready to leave."

"Mine's right there by the door. Help yourself."

"Fuck thanks. If she comes tell her I am hurrying." He grabbed his towel and waddled out the door to the showers.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, enjoying the quiet as my thoughts ran over the encounters earlier this morning. God I loved that excitement. Having sex with anonymous guys, feeling their cocks, sucking them and then tasting and swallowing their cum. My hand went to my cock and I slowly stroked it thinking about the last guy, wondering if I should meet with him again.

My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled, I sat up and a thunderbolt of pain screeched behind my eyes. I got out of bed and made my way to the door realizing I was naked, remembering now that my underwear was in the forest somewhere.

A knock again, sounding a little impatient.

"Just a second." I looked through my drawer and grabbed a pair of briefs pulling them on realizing my cock was still hard.

Opening the door, Sylvia brushed past me into the room.

"Where is he?" seeing that he wasn't in the room.

Turning to look at me and getting an eye full of my briefs trying hard to confine my erection. She hesitated for a few seconds and then looked away not commenting.

"He's in the shower. He asked me to entertain you until he got back."

She sat down oh his bed in a pout and watched me as I tried to get my self moving and get dressed. I took a perverted pleasure in making sure she got a good look at me. It was all I could do not to drop my briefs and wag my cock at her.

Dressed now, I forced myself to hit the gym for a few hours. Chatting with some of the guys on the football team and meeting more people on the different varsity teams. It was a community of its own. I was invited to tag along with a group of track athletes that were planning a pub crawl.

On the way back from the gym I grabbed a bite and headed to my room to change.

Of course when I got there the do not disturb sign was up again but I had no choice but to grab some clothes other then a t-shirt and shorts I was wearing. I banged on the door and waited.

I thought to myself that girl is going to kill him. Nick opened the door in those ridiculous old man boxers and I walked in. Sylvia was sitting up in the bed, her arms crossed in front of her tits, glaring at me as I walked in.

I ignored her and went to my closet and grabbed my shower kit and a pair of pants and shirt.

"I'll be quick...keep things warm." I said.

When I got back to the room Sylvia made no pretense to cover herself still sitting up in the bed, I guess that was payback for walking around with an erection earlier. Nick sat in a chair at the desk.

Hmmm I thought damn fine tits, a handful, the perky kind, sort of pointed with upturned nipples.

I paused to take a better look and smiled at her, turning to throw my stuff back in the closet.

"Ok, continue. I will be back later tonight Nick. Another pub crawl. You two should try and get out once in awhile."

With that I left the room, closing the door behind me.

It was almost 8PM so I started walking downtown to the pub where we were all suppose to meet. I walked past High Park, looking down the road, still debating if I was going to meet the Lincoln Town Car tonight. I had dressed for it. The track pants and t-shirt would come off easily and I hadn't worn any underwear. Who was I kidding, I would be there at midnight.

It was a good time. Again, I was guilty of drinking too much and it didn't help that one of the guys thought it would be a great idea to do shooters. As it got closer to midnight I started to get anxious to leave. It was about a ten minute walk to the park from where I was.

I left the bar at 11:30 wanting to get some fresh air to try to sober up a bit. As I walked I realized I was drunker then I thought and laughed to myself, trying to walk a straight line.

As I got closer to the park I watched as a car slowed down and turned into the park. Busy already I thought. I didn't want to miss the Lincoln so I walked a bit further past the entrance I had used the previous night. I realized as I walked, looking into the park, that there was a loop road and a few cars were slowly cruising along.

There was a small pedestrian gate and path leading into the park through a stand of fir trees so I entered there. I had gone about fifty feet along the dark path when I heard, before I saw, someone on their knees sucking the cock of the guy standing over him. It was exciting to watch and I got an instant erection. It didn't take long and I heard that unmistakable growl of the guy orgasming. The cocksucker worked faster sucking the cock until the standing fellow stepped back, zipped up and walked away, Nothing was said.

That's all I needed to get my ass over to the park road. I started following the loop and in a few minutes a car drove slowly up to me. It wasn't the Lincoln and when propositioned by the driver I said "Sorry, I have a date.".

I stepped off the sidewalk into some bushes to wait.

A few other cars drove by and I could tell it was getting busier. I looked at my watch and it was several minutes past midnight and I was beginning to think he wasn't going to meet when I saw the purple Lincoln pass under a streetlight heading towards me. I stepped out of the bushes and waved. The car stopped and I took a quick look to make sure it was him and got in.

He sat there and looked at me. I smiled and said, "I was beginning to think you stood me up."

"No, I thought about you all day. Hoping you would be here."

"Well, here I am." I was wondering why we were still sitting in the same spot. He took off right away the night before.

"I had to make a change of plans and rushed over here. I didn't want to miss you and take the chance not seeing you again. I own a bar and my Manager was off tonight so I am working. I have to get back to close the place. Would you like to come back with me and wait until I close up? Free beer for you if you do."

I laughed and said, "I wish I had known earlier and would have saved myself a bundle tonight. I guess I can. What bar?" Wondering if it was one of the bars we hit tonight.

"The St. Charles on Yonge St."

"Is that downtown? It isn't too far from my place is it?

"No. I will drive you back anyway."

"Ok. How could I say no."

He put the car in gear and we left the park. It wasn't too far and he pulled the car into an alleyway and parked in a garage. We got out and I followed him into the back of the building. We walked through a small kitchen, which was closed now and into the bar. The place was hopping. He turned to me and said grab a spot at the long bar and he would catch up with me later.

I moved through the crowd looking the place over. There was a crowded dance floor at the one end of the room with a band jammed into the corner. The music they were hammering out was some rocking blues. People were standing between tables drinking and dancing, Waiters were making their way through the crowds, dropping off drinks and trying to clear empty ones. I got to the bar and squeezed in between two older guys, smiling and already enjoying the vibe of the place.

My host was behind the bar and came over with a big frosty mug of beer and smiling put it down in front of me and went back to his business.

The one guy beside me leaned over and shouted in my ear, "Special service I see." I laughed and raised the stein in greetings and took a long pull.

I looked up and down the bar. It had to be sixty feet long and it was jammed. As I scanned the room and the others at the bar I realized it was mostly guys. There was the odd woman at a table with a date but that was it. I looked over at the dance floor and it was all guys dancing with each other I thought fuck, he owns a gay bar.

My first reaction was what if someone I know sees me here? I laughed to myself because for one thing, I didn't know anyone outside of a few students in the city and second, if there was, they were here too.

I relaxed and drank my beer. The guy beside me was trying to make conversation but the music was too loud to say much. I was definitely one of the youngest guys there. It certainly wasn't a student hangout.

The band played a grinding slow blues number and the dance partners moved clinging together simulating a slow motion fuck, kissing, touching swaying to the music. The song ended and the band said their farewells to a smattering of applause.

I turned back to my beer and looked down the bar and say my host by the tills talking to one of the bartenders. There was a flurry of action as people were ordering last rounds and the staff were serving as fast as possible.

Two beers were placed in front of me and I looked around to see where they had come from. The dude beside me said, " I bought one for you and I imagine Al did." motioning to my host. If nothing else now at least I knew his name.

He laughed and said, "Where in hell does he find all you cute young guys?"

I took another drink of my beer realizing that I was still pleasantly drunk. I just shrugged and smiled.

"Really, how did you two meet?"

"By the University campus." Offering nothing more.

"Oh, you're a student. Of course. Has he offered you a job yet?" laughing.

As if on cue, Al came over and grabbed the full mug of beer and told me to follow him.

We went back through the kitchen to a side door and up some stairs to the next floor.

Walking through the opened door the room was bathed in bluish light. The room was heavily carpeted and it looked like a cave with stalactites hanging from the ceiling and stalagmites and partial walls breaking up the flow of the room. The walls and ceilings were covered in frescoes of nymphs, satyrs and numerous male and female nudes enjoying some bacchanalian feast.

"What do you think of my blue grotto?" he asked.

"Wow it is something. No one would ever guess it was up here."

We walked further into the room realizing it was as large as the bar below but broken up into alcoves and little nooks with lounges and large sofas.

We entered one of the side nooks and he turned to me and asked me what my name was.

"Rob."

He stepped closer to me, running his hand through my long blond hair and his finger tracing my jaw and running across my lips holding it there. I opened my lips and sucked on the end of his finger.

I looked at him as I sucked, my eyes wide. In this light I could see he was at least 50, olive skin his day growth of beard getting heavy and he smelled of a nice cologne. I was about six inches taller then him and looking down I could see he had a large waist but god his hands were big and remembering his cock was nice and thick as well.

I fumbled to undo his belt and sank to my knees, undoing his trousers and slipping them over his hips. He was already hard and tenting his boxers as i pulled them off, his cock springing up at attention.

I didn't waste any time, grabbing his cock, running my tongue around the head and slipping my tongue into the slit, licking out the pre cum.

I opened my mouth devouring his cock. He was average in length but oh was he thick.

He stood there with his trousers around his ankles while I sucked and tongued his cock. Grabbing handfuls of my hair maneuvering my head up and down his cock fucking my mouth. He was not gentle, slamming his cock deep into my throat. I didn't care, I was loving it.

In a few minutes I heard him giving up a low growl and his tempo picked up. I held onto his ass squeezing it as he continued to fuck my mouth. With one deep final push he moaned holding my nose against his groin as his cock pumped his cum into my throat. I continued to suck his juice and squeeze his balls as he finished and shrank slipping out of my mouth.

He pulled his pants up and went to a bar I hadn't noticed when we walked in and poured two glasses of whiskey and brought them back to where I was now sitting.

Looking around he turned to me and asked. "What do you think of my grotto?"

"It's fabulous. Is it a party room? It is very erotic."

"Yes, you might say that. I do arrange events for here. It is quite a select group to be honest."

"One of the reasons I brought you here. I have a proposition for you."