wondered what Gary was all about. I was a little disappointed that he always seemed to be so busy. I was so horny at that moment that if Gary had asked to I would have dropped to my knees and blown him right there.

I turned and started toward the back. “Hey James,” someone called. “You want a blow job?” I just smiled and shook my head. Wrong end mister, I’d felt like saying. I got toward the back of the bar and right beside the entrance to the sex lounge I saw Pan, sitting at a table with three other men who were obviously plying for his attention. I got a little flood of excitement knowing that getting sucked off was his forte.

Pan looked up and spotted me. I saw him looking around and I wondered if he was looking for Cole. As I waited for him to look back at me so I could try to get his attention a very large white male came up beside me. I glanced over and started to look up at his face. He was at least 6 inches taller than me at about 6’4.

“Hey,” I said, as calmly as I could.

“Hey.” He crossed his big arms and smiled. “Where’s your man?”

“He’s out of town.” The big man was wearing a tight shiny tank on top—he was standing a little too close for me to see what kind of pants he had on below the muscular arms. I glanced at the man’s thick neck that was actually wider than his head. If he was proportionate and half as domineering as he presented himself . . . I was getting curious.

“I was beginning to think you never came here without him.”

“Cat’s away . . .”

He laughed, said, “the mice will play.” He reached up one of his stout hands—I thought he was about to grab me—and rubbed his neck. Under his arm was hairless just like his chest and he smelled clean. I liked that. “You only like the dark stuff?” he asked.

I looked back over at Pan. He was staring at me while the three men around him were trading glances between both him and me and obviously trying to recapture his attention. I smiled at the man beside me. “I like the big stuff.”

“Well then,” he gestured toward Pan and said, “he’s nothing but an horderve compared to the entrée I’ve got cooking up for you.”

I laughed and looked up into his eyes. I liked the wit. He had nice thick hair on his head and a short manicured goatee. Other than the hairlessness of his body he was all masculine, even his voice was completely indiscernible from any other tough straight male. “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked.

He looked me straight in the eyes. “I want you to put on one of those shows where you get down on your knees before me . . . and where you wrap those tight lips around my cock, and while everyone watches you suck my cock like there’s no tomorrow.” He let that sink in for a few seconds and then added, “But instead of you stopping so that you can get that tight little ass fucked I want you to show me how good you can swallow.”

Wow. Either this man was a mind reader of he was my perfect