I was 34 years old when I was hired by the insurance company. The company shall remain nameless, but it was one of the biggest. I liked the job. There were six other agents and a manager in the office I was assigned to. Everyone seemed to get along well together. The manager liked to have his agents work together whenever possible, consequently I worked, at one time or another, with all of them.
I was married at the time and it was a pretty good marriage, but not very exiting. As far as sex goes, she liked it but not very often. I wanted it all the time. I confess I cheated once in a while, no romance, just sex. I was insatiable.
This story is about a guy I met and worked with as an insurance agent. His name was Santo and we all called him Sandy. Sandy was a good agent. He was always pleasant and he knew his product. After working with the other four agents in the office, the last one I was assigned to was Sandy. He was not a big guy, about 5' 7, but built solid and strong. Sandy was always coming up with new ideas how to make money. Maybe that's why I took a liking to him immediately. We soon began to work together exclusively. The boss liked our arrangement because we were always turning in good, sometimes great sales.
Most of our appointments were in the evening and usually lasted until about 9:00 p.m., after which we usually went to a bar and, either celebrated our success or cried in our beer. We did the usual things among fellow workers. Sandy and his wife often came to our house for a bar-b-q or we went to theirs for dinners. It was a good friendship.
One night was different though. We were working in a part of town I had never been to, but Sandy seemed to know his way around well. After an exceptionally good closing we were ready to celebrate a little.
Sandy said, "I know a lively bar near here. Let's go have a couple of beers."
I agreed and he drove us to a dimly lit tavern on the waterfront. We walked in and a few of the patrons waved and said hi to Sandy. The bartender, a tough looking young woman with a butch haircut, came around the bar and wrapped her arms around Sandy, squeezing his small frame into her ample bosom.
"Where have you been you little Dago, haven't seen you in months," she said.
"Busy honey," Sandy said. "This is my pal Teddy. Teddy this is my good friend Irene."
"Pleased to meet you," I said and extended my hand.
"What is this shit, 'pleased to meet you' How the fuck are ya!" Irene said. "Where did you find this guy, in a library Sandy?" She shook my hand like a wrestler.
Sandy ordered two beers and we went to a booth.
"Two beers for two queers," Irene said, laughing.
"Don't mind her," Sandy said. "She's a great kidder."
We sat and discussed our great sale and envisioned the nice reception we would get from the staff at reporting time tomorrow. The beers flowed freely. Many of them were sent over from friends of Sandy.
After about four or five rounds a guy came to our table and, apparently a long time friend of Sandy, began talking about old times. He was introduced as Arthur. Arthur was about 30 years old with a very light complexion. He had long blond hair that he continued to push away from his face. As they talked about things I had no interest in, I scanned the room. The place was filling up. I noticed there were guys with guys and girls with girls and, duh, I figured out that it was a gay bar. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable, just curious. Having never been with a man sexually, and having never even thought about it, it was interesting to watch the actions of everyone. They played the juke box and dancers began crowding the floor, mostly guys with guys and girls with girls. I have to admit I grew a hard on while watching two girls French kissing. I was always hot to see movies about two women together. The girls were dancing very close and rubbing their cunt mounds against one another. This really turned me on.
I was so engrossed in watching this scene I never noticed that Sandy was gone. Figuring that he just went to the men's room, I waited and watched the dancers. A slow song began on the juke box and the floor crowded up again. To my surprise, a young guy came to our table and asked me if I would like to dance. I declined of course, almost stating that I was straight, but, for some reason, decided against it. After waiting a while longer for Sandy, I decided that I had to empty some of this beer also. I got up and headed for the rest room. There was no one in there. I began wondering what happened to Sandy. While pissing in the urinal a guy came in and began urinating in the next urinal.
"Haven't seen you here before," he said. "Are you with Sandy?"
"Ah, yeah," I said, immediately understanding the implication. "We work together," I hastily added. "By the way, have you seen him," I asked?