The One Who Got Away

When I finally exited the closet and recognized that I was ‘really’ gay, I began to frequent a legendary gay bar that had been around from the nineteen-seventies. It was an old-fashioned place and had a really cosy and relaxed vibe. The clientele were mostly an older crowd and unbelievable as it may seem nowadays, people actually spoke to one another in the bar. Although I was in my early twenties, I really liked the place. It was far less frenetic than the modern ‘in-spots’ that bored the hell out of me. I wasn’t a daily visitor, but popped in at least twice a week for a relaxing whisky.

One Friday evening as I sat sipping my drink, I observed a young man across the room. He was a dead ringer for a guy I had been to school with. Gareth, the boy from school, had always been the focus of my sexual fantasies. I had been totally besotted with him, but my desire was merely a pipedream because he was totally straight and very popular with the girls at school.

Apart from being very handsome and having a beautiful body, Gareth also had a lovely floppy dick that mesmerized me in the change rooms at school. I must have spilled a ton of spunk fantasizing about him masturbating in my bed at night, while imagining an entire spectrum of scenarios of how we would be having sex.

My reverie was soon interrupted by an elderly gentleman who was sitting next to me.

“Hi, I’m Declan,” he said, introducing himself.

“I’m Frank,” I replied as we shook hands.

“So, is he the one who got away?” Declan then asked, nodding toward the guy I was staring at.

I was totally stunned by the question but incredibly intrigued by his intuition.

“Why do you ask that question?” I inquired.

“Well, the look on your face gives you away,” he replied, before qualifying, “It’s a look that reflects far more than just a passing interest. Your gaze definitely reveals a nostalgic air of regret.”

I smiled and complimented him on his perceptiveness, before telling him all about Gareth and my fantasies.

Once I was done, Declan asked, “So, what are you going to do about the Gareth ‘replicant’… Surely you don’t what to add a second regret to your life?”

As Declan spoke, the doppelganger moved to the bar and stood at the counter a short distance to Declan’s left.

When the barman was about to pass by us to serve the guy, I halted the barman’s progress and whispered that I would pay for whatever the man ordered. After acknowledging my request, the barman attended to him. When the barman refused his money, he then nodded in my direction. Upon smiling at me, the guy then passed by Declan and myself and sat on the barstool next to me on my right.

“Thank you… I’m Gary,” Gary then said, introducing himself, before Declan and I both reciprocated his greeting.

We comfortably chatted for the next hour or so, before I invited Gary to my place, which he thankfully accepted.

Next, after saying goodbye to Declan, Gary and I left.

By the time we entered my apartment, I was totally overcome with excitement and shortly, we found ourselves in my bedroom.

We now had a long kissing session as our clothes disappeared off our bodies. Gary had a lovely body and also appeared to be reasonably well-endowed. When we finally got on the bed, however, things went south very quickly. Not only did he have severe erectile dysfunction, but when I finally commenced fucking him, Gary was as animated as a sack of potatoes.

Much to my relief, Gary thankfully departed soon after.

A week later, when I again saw Declan at the bar, I told him my tale of woe.

“It’s a pity that reality often does not live up to one’s expectations,” Declan replied in commiseration.

As we continued talking, it soon became clear to me that Declan was interested in having sex with me. Although he was still attractive for a man of his age, I had never been to bed with anyone older than thirty, and at more than double that age, I wondered if his plumbing was still in working order.

Declan was so charming, nonetheless, that I didn’t have the heart to spurn his advances.

When the inevitable invitation to go to his place was made, I was really having second thoughts about the situation at hand.

After dubiously accepting his invitation nonetheless, we soon made our way to his home.

Shortly after our arrival I was ensconced in his arms and being vigorously kissed. As our oral tussle continued I soon found myself in his bedroom, where we began to undress. Declan was fairly thickset and had a paunch, but he wasn’t flabby at all. He was also no slouch in the penis department and not only was it large, but also appeared to be in perfect working order.

Once we were on the bed, his ardent kissing ensued before I found my legs placed over his shoulders. His entry into my backside was firm, but not too uncomfortable. Once his cock was all in, however, Declan started to display what a great lover he was.

His hips instantly commenced swaying as he animatedly ground his cock inside of me. Declan’s technique was glorious, and soon I found myself having the best sex I could remember in quite a while. After initially moving his heavy torso up and down as he passionately kissed me, he soon commenced turning my body from side to side as his big dick pleasured my arse incessantly. What also began to impress me more and more was the stamina of his onslaught.

I was overwhelmed by pleasure as the never-ending gratification ensued, before finally ending up on my stomach and pinned down by his heavy embrace. The swaying and grinding of his hips now began to escalate dramatically as his grunting also got louder. When his body started frantically bouncing on top of me, I knew that Declan was about to cum. I had never before experienced such an animated ejaculation, as he literally winded me in the throes of his excitement.

After he finished, Declan lifted onto his knees before asking me to turn my body around. Declan had an apologetic frown on his face, as if he was worried that he might’ve gone a little too crazy. After assuring him that I had just had the best fuck of my life, Declan’s frown turned into a proud smile.

As he lowered his head onto my dick, Declan gave me the finest blowjob that I had ever had. The skill of his lips and tongue was mesmerizing, and upon shooting the best load of my entire life, my body trembled as I blurted, “Fuck Gareth and Gary.”

When Declan once more lifted his torso, he chuckled with self-satisfaction.

To my amazement, another two sessions followed before we finally fell asleep that evening.

Before I left early the following morning, Declan told me that he would like to see more of me, which I naturally agreed to.

My only regret after I departed was about the ridiculous misconceptions I had the previous evening, when he invited me home with him.