I had five days until what Cole had referred to as his ‘little get together’. I was killing myself with anticipation and I was also desperately horny. Cole should have known I would be like this. I was used to getting fucked at least 5 days a week, usually swallowing his load too many times to count.

The taste of Cole’s cum was like an elixir to me. In fact, a couple of days without it and thoughts of just about any man’s cum excited me, infecting my mind with wanton lust and desire. By Wednesday night I imagined calling my ex lover Matt and jerked off several times while fucking myself with a dildo thinking about how exciting it would be to suck his magnificent python again.

The following night I called Cole on his cell phone. He told me he was out of town and didn’t have time to talk. “I’ll see you on Saturday at 4:00,” he reminded me.

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“Look James,” he sounded short of patience, “I’m busy. I’ll see you soon.” Cole hung up.

I was pissed off with frustrations of being alone. I picked up the phone and called Matt resigning myself that if he was home I was going to coerce him into coming over. There was no answer and I hung up, disappointed when I heard his answering machine kick on.

I went out wandering around and end up down on 18th looking across the street at the Power Lounge. My cock was as hard as a rock and I was dying for a taste of cum. I crossed the street and went to the door.

“Hey James,” the doorman said.

I was surprised he knew my name. I reached for my wallet.

“Man, your money is no good here.” he said. “Just go on in.”

I smiled and went in feeling a bit curious what that was all about. Inside I headed for the bar. I noticed more men than usual looking me over. Before I could get the attention of the bartender a Heineken was placed before me. I felt like some kind of a VIP.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around. It was the owner Gary. “Hi Gary,” I said.

He leaned into me, hugged me and then kissed me directly on the lips totally surprising me. It was a hot kiss. “Great to see you again,” he said, rubbing up against me. “Remember, if you ever need anything come straight—well, scratch straight,” he smiled, “directly to me!”

“Gary?” He was still so close I barely had to whisper. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“I’ve seen a good looking blonde guy here several times. Really nice hair.”

Gary nodded and stepped back. “They call him Pan. All the twink lovers die over him.” He shrugged. “Kind of stuck up if you ask me. Only ‘gets’ head. Never returns the favor and won’t let anyone touch his ass.”

“You seen him around.”

Gary smiled at me as if saying, well, if that’s what you’re into. “Just got here. Look for the group in the back corner. He’ll be at the center of attention.”

“Thanks.” I squeezed Gary’s arm and he started off to say hello to someone else newly arrived.

For a moment I