slash lounge thing here,” I mused, swirling my index finger around the dimly lit room, drawing attention to the glowing constellations painstakingly painted on the ceiling, the imbedded yellow rope-lighting running the length of the flashing all the way around the ceiling, and the huge, fully-stocked bar resting against the far wall. “Secondly, I think your sexual preference might get in the way.”

“Mitch is quite the entertainer, isn’t he?” Rich began, standing from his little grey Ikea one-seater in the corner to head for the bar for a refill. “But I’m pretty sure I saw him go upstairs with Karen about half an hour ago. So I don’t expect him back down here anytime soon. Moreover, it’s 4am. And I do believe that in our rather engaging little exchange, we neglected to notice that we are, indeed, the last two guests to leave.”

“Ah. So the logistics seem to have worked themselves out. But what about that little problem of me not having breasts or a dripping, wet cunt to entertain you?”

“Well, I’m gonna be honest with you, John,” Rich stated matter of factly as he dumped a splash of cranberry juice into his glass. “With as much gin as I have coursing through my veins,” he began, once again stirring his drink with tight little swirls of the swizzle stick before continuing, “Coupled with the way Alice stormed out on me earlier tonight, I couldn’t really care less what species you are right now, let alone what gender. “

“Oh, you Philistine!” I remarked, unable to disguise the fact that my whole body was tingling with the insenuation his words had brought. “You sure know how to make a boy feel special, don’t you?! Lucky for you, I’m in just about the same state of mind. So get over here and suck my cock.”

Rich swallowed his drink in one streaming gulp and slammed the glass down on Mitch’s cherry oak bar. “Alright, but it’s my first time, so go easy on me,” he joked as he knelt down at the edge of the papasan, placing himself between my knees.

I slid down in the chair, creasing and crinkling the big, pillowy cushion as I did so, in order to bring my pelvis closer to his face.

As he began undoing my belt buckle and unfastening the fly to my chocolate brown Gap flairs, he stammered, “Ya know, I really do believe that the loss of love is inevitable… and unpredictable.” Between his words I could feel my cock growing and hardening inside my pants, eagerly arousing itself at the gentle tugging and jostling motions of Rich’s fingers undoing my fly. Like a bear awaking from hibernation, my 7” rod growled and stretched its way from my trousers. “And I also very much feel that finding love works the same way. You can’t look for it, you just have to let it find you. Like me and you tonight. Who would have guessed?”

“Oh cliché!” I gasped at his pathetic, drunken attempt to apply some credence to his re-hashed lines while his cold hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft. “You’ve already talked me into this. You can dispense with the spitting of game…”

Like a child investigating a new toy, Rich stared attentively at my thick cock. He inspected its every curl and crevice with an inquisitive look on his face. “Hmmph,” he finally uttered. “It’s actually sort of pretty.”

“Oh for God’s sake, Rich! Are you