Chaps

Introduction

As time marches on, one tends to reflect a lot more. First, there is just more to reflect upon and second, life in the rear view mirror just looks easier, simpler and you always tend to remember the good and not so much of the bad. Since the death of my husband of 42 years, I look back a lot more.

In 2020, my husband died of covid. He went fast. He came down with the symptoms, went into the hospital, was put on a respirator and died all within a week. Going through his things, his life, our lives, takes a lot more time than just one week and is just as painful.

The house we spent our lives in now felt too large but more importantly too filled with memories that I’d rather not face each and every day and have to live with while trying to get over my loss. I needed to sell and move on. But before I could do that, I needed to clean it out.

I relived my past life everyday with the emptying of a draw, a closet, a room, the attic, the basement. It was slow and sometimes painful, sometimes sad, sometimes comforting, sometimes joyful, but always the cause for rear view mirror living.

So when I came across a journal that I had kept in the 1970s, when I was still in my 20s, I read it with some curiosity. I barely remember writing it, but I do remember living it.

Today, taken all together, the journal probably reads more like a porn novel and, in light of today’s circumstances; dangerous and irresponsible.  But this was all pre covid and pre HIV and AIDS and just the way things were. Then, it was just my life and a lot of fun. As I said, life in the rear view mirror was easier, simpler and certainly less complicated.

 But there are a few entries that really took me back. Entries that I found particularly comforting, entries, that brought back some happy memories of when and how we first met.

I

I only wear my ass less chaps on Saturday nights and only to one particular bar. It was Saturday night. I was at that bar. I pulled into the parking lot in front of the bar and found that it was full.  I drove down the side of the bar to the back parking lot and found that it was full as well which was both the good and the bad news.  Good because it meant the bar was crowded. Bad because it meant that if I couldn’t find a spot in the lot, I would have to park on the street walk to the bar with my bare ass hanging out of my ass less chaps.  Not that that’s a bad thing, just that it is slightly illegal. 

 While driving around the lots, looking for a space, my mind started wondering.  For me one of the draws of this particular bar and my second favorite reason for going here is the deliberate location of the pool table. It stands in the far back corner of the bar and parallel to the back wall about 10 feet out and is lit only by the three lamps over the table itself. This leaves about 10 feet of dark space behind the table for fun and an audience.

Last time I was in here, while I was standing in this dark space, some guy actually turned me around, bent down, kissed my cheeks and dug into my hole with his tongue. He was a great tongue fucker and ass eater. I leaned forward a little to see how far he was willing to go. When his mouth and tongue attacked my ass, the guys standing around the pool table just watching the game moved back towards the wall a little, ostensibly to block the action from the view of the rest of the bar. But let’s face it, we all know what they really wanted to do was get a good position so that they could watch the action. Several of them actually joined in. No one had the balls to fuck me in such a public way, but several did shove a figure or two up my hole.

One guy in particular seemed interested.  He first just grabbed one cheek of my ass while this other guy was still giving me a rim job.  He massaged my cheek until the guy stopped sucking my hole and then he slid his hand across my cheek and stuck a finger inside, then two, then three.

When he withdrew them I heard a sucking noise which I took to mean that he was sucking on his fingers that he had just pulled out of my ass.  When he re-inserted his fingers, sure enough they were wet, very wet and he fucked me with them all the time whispering into my ear. Telling me how badly he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock, how big his cock was, how thick, how much he wanted to fuck me with his cock and what he was going to do to my hole. How he was going to stretch my hole describing several ways and methods, how wide he was going to stretch it, how many different ways, how long, how he was going to destroy my hole and give me the hardest, longest and best fuck I’d ever had in my life. He sounded like all talk to me.

Because I wore nothing under my chaps, in the right position there was access to my balls if someone got close and reached under. While the all talk guy was fucking my hole with his fingers, and fucking my ear with his explicit descriptive words, I was bent in this right position.

Some guy in the group around us figured out the opportunity and grabbed my balls. He cupped, fondled and held them. He massaged them a little and then he withdrew his hand. When his hand grabbed my balls again, his fingers were wet, very, very wet. He cupped my balls massaged them and then he ran his hand along the inside of my crotch to the extent that he could reach in gathering up the sweat that had accumulated there. He did this a couple of times before he came around to face me licking his fingers. He stuck two in my mouth. I sucked. He withdrew them and then stuck his tongue in my mouth.  His mouth tasted of my sweaty crotch and balls.

He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I rubbed. He unzipped his fly unbuttoned the top of his jeans and put my hand on his cock.  He wasn’t wearing underwear and the tip of his cock was covered in precum.

I rubbed my thumb over the slit in the head of his cock and gathered up some of his precum, brought it to my outstretched tongue and licked. He smiled, rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock picking up some more of his precum and rubbed his thumb along my outstretched tongue and fed it to me.

As I was being fed his precum one of the bartenders approached the pool table with a bar tray to collect empty glasses and bottles from the shelf on the back wall. He walked slowly, made a lot of nose and spoke loudly to the guys playing pool.

 “How’s it going guys? Good game?  Who’s winning?” The guy who had been my precum supplier zipped up his fly and walked behind me and stood against the wall. The fingers in my ass quickly retreated and we all stood there until the bartender collected the empties and left, but not before he smiled and said “Having fun guys?” and then winked.

Well yeah, we were until you came along I thought.  The guys who had been exploring my ass and I started talking, mostly laughing, about how the bartender knew how to be a real buzz kill and spoil a good time but that at least he had had the courtesy to give us plenty of warning. Guess he’d done this once or twice before.  Not his first rodeo.

After awhile the guy who had been fucking my ass with his fingers and my ear with his words, moved around to just behind me and retuned his fingers to their previous positions. He whispered more sex nothings into my ear and then asked if I wanted to go to the restroom.

Huh? So maybe he wasn’t just all talk after all.

 At this point, in my reflection, you need to know that while behind the pool table is the second biggest draw to this bar for me, the biggest draw to this bar and my very favorite reason for going there is that in this bar there are two restrooms. 

One has no door, a stainless steel troth urinal and several individual stalls that do have doors but no locks. The other restroom has just one toilet, and a door that can be locked from the inside. It’s also large enough to hold maybe 6 or 8 guys comfortably…maybe 10 if they’re all very friendly.

Now, now…. don’t get ahead of me.  But yes, you are correct if you are thinking that the single toilet restroom is sometimes occupied not only by just one person and in which sex might, or might not, occasionally occur (picture big devilish emoji here).

I took him up on his offer and he invited the three other guys that had been fooling around with my ass to join us. After he invited them, he then looked at me and said “You don’t mind, do you? I mean the more the merrier, right?”  Well since you’ve already invited them I thought, it’s a rather empty jester to ask now, isn’t it?  But hey, thanks for asking?  Not that I minded or would have said “No.”

I walked away and after a few steps, looked back to see if he was following.  He was, but so were the other three guys he invited. I stopped until they caught up. “Ah, guys, let’s not all go together, it will certainly draw attention.  He and I will go and then one by one the rest can follow with several minutes, like maybe 3-5, in between each of you. OK?”

We walked. They stayed. As we approached the sex restroom I noticed that the door was ajar, not open just open a little. That sometimes was a sign that there was action inside and anyone who wanted to join was free to do so. Sometimes, it just meant someone just left it ajar instead of open.

I looked in. This ajar was an invitation. Some guy was getting a blow job and he waved us in. We walked in and I stood next to the guy getting the blow job and in front of the cocksucker, hoping he’d give my cock a few licks and sucks. The guy getting the blow job kissed me and while kissing me he unzipped my crotch and unbuttoned the waist band of my chaps which then dropped to the floor and hung around my ankles.

It took no time at all for the guy on his knees to take my cock into his mouth. It was, after all, fresh meat! He sucked my cock while still jerking the first guy and then he went back to sucking the first guy’s cock and jerking mine. 

 Meanwhile the guy that I had come in with had dropped his jeans and was rubbing his stiff cock up and down the crack in my ass. He wasn’t lying.  It was big… and thick.  At least that’s the way it felt lying in the crack of my ass.

In a short while the guy getting the blowjob, moaned, and said “I’m gonna cum.”  He blew his load into the mouth of the guy sucking his cock, who then took the cock out of his mouth, swallowed the guy’s load and said “Ahhh” like he just had a very satisfying drink of cool water on a hot day.  He licked the cock clean.

The guy getting the blow job zipped up and went to the door. The cocksucker then moved to sucking my dick. The guy behind me stopped rubbing his cock against my crack and walked over to lock the door. When he returned, there was a knock.

“OK, thanks, that’s enough” said the guy who had had his fingers in my ass and more recently his cock rubbing my crack to the guy now sucking my dick. The cocksucker got up and walked to the door and in opening the door he also had answered the knock and walked out.

The guy who had knocked walked in and locked the door. It was one of the guys that had been in our group. The guy whose precum I had been eating.

The guy who had been rubbing his cock against my ass moved me over to the toilet which was difficult, not to mention comical, shuffling along as I was with my chaps down around my ankles. No one commented or laughed, or even noticed. They were concentrating on other things.  I leaned over and put my hands on the toilet seat. The guy whose precum I had been eating had worked up some more because when he shoved his cock in my mouth, I got a tongue full.

There was another knock.  

I got gangbanged for so long that night that guys not in our original group were knocking on the door to get in once they figured out what was going on, even though etiquette dictated that one shouldn’t knock on a locked door.  If the people inside wanted company, they would have left the door ajar.  

These guys answered the knocks, but were fussy. Someone who didn’t have his cock in my ass or my mouth would open the door a crack (you should pardon the expression) and check out who was knocking. Only a few more were invited in to join in the action. The others were sent away. I had no idea what the criteria was but the selection made for a great and rather long gangbang.

Ah, such fond memories. But I digress.

Tonight, I was on my forth trip around the front and back parking lots, when as I passed the front door of the baron my most recent round, two guys came out with their arms around each other’s shoulders. One wore leather chaps and a leather vest over broad shoulders, a slightly hairy chest, hard pecs and a bit of a paunch. 

The other wore jeans and a bare chest and was “slightly” younger (and by “slightly” I mean “much”…like 20-25 years).  As they approached me, I could tell that the mop of blond hair on the “slightly” younger guy framed a strong, handsome, young face, his body was completely smooth and on the thin side but was muscled and defined. He had hard rounded pecs with perky pink nips that just screamed “suck me”. His jeans were deliberately torn in very strategic places. There were two slits that looked purposefully cut from the angle they made around and to emphasize his crotch. The crotch was so worn that as he came up to the front of my car in full view under my headlights, I could see that it consisted mostly of just white threads. I could also guess that he was not wearing underwear, but really couldn’t see much other than the color of bare skin and what looked like maybe a patch of blond pubes. They separated and got into two different cars, leaving me a choice.

I chose the closest space and walked into the bar. The line at the bar was about 8 deep. I decided to take a turn around first, hoping that the line would get shorter. The bar also had an outside section where there were about 10 stand-up tables. As I cruised around the area, my ass got the usual gropes, pats, pinches and comments. 

Farther along my route, some guy smiled.  As I approached him he said “Not drinking?”  “Later. Couldn’t get near the bar” I responded “too crowded.”  He extended his beer and said “Want a sip to hold you over?”  

His grin was puzzling. Friendly, but a little sinister and the eyes above it held something that I couldn’t quite label; inviting, teasing, but mischievous like they were hiding a secret.

 “Thanks” I said and I walked up to his table and grabbed the offered bottle and took a sip, returned it and we made small talk for a bit until I felt a hand on my crotch. Startled, I jumped back away from the table and looked down. “What the…”

“Oh, that’s just Slave” he said smiling.  “He wants to suck your cock. I recruit guys for him to suck off. Have to keep him well fed. He’s a very hungry cocksucker. Do you mind?”

As I looked down, I saw a face staring up at me from under the table, mouth wide open, big grin with a studded collar around his neck with a leach hooked on to one of the “U” rings. ” I guess not” I answered. “Never say ‘no’ to a blow job, right?” I said to the Recruiter. Looking down at Slave, I said “Go for it” and moved back into the table where the hand returned to my crotch. 

He slowly lowered my zipper, unsnapped the waist of my chaps and I think was a bit surprised to see as my bare ass would have indicated had he been in a position to see it, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was going commando and that meant my bare cock was right there in his face and another layer of clothing wouldn’t have to be removed because he said “Wow, nice, really nice. I love uncut.”

He started first by gumming my foreskin which I love a lot and helps to get me hard.  After awhile he pulled open my foreskin and stuck his nose deep inside and took in an enormous sniff. Then he removed his nose and stuck his tongue deep inside licking all around inside the skin which I really love a lot and which definitely gets me hard.

As my cock started to grow out of the foreskin, he started licking the head of my cock. After thoroughly licking the inside of my foreskin and the head of my cock, he slowly rolled back the sheath and began sucking the head and then down the entire shaft, his mouth traveling close behind his hand on my now stiff rod.

As he sucked my growing cock emerging from its sheath, he did a strange thing in his throat that resulted in waves of suction pulsating around my cock drawing it in deeper and deeper into his mouth until I felt my cock hit the back of his throat. His mouth undulated around my cock with the sucking motion he had initiated. It was kind of like having my cock massaged by the jets in a hot tub. He was good, damn good, and I definitely enjoyed what he was doing.  I closed my eyes and sighed as he sucked and sucked and my cock pulsated up and down inside his hot wet mouth.

“Another sip?” asked the Recruiter, unfortunately breaking my concentration on what Slave’s mouth was doing to my cock. 

“Sure, thanks” and as I took a sip and returned the bottle, the Recruiter tweaked my nipple and kissed me. His tongue went almost as far down my throat as Slave’s mouth went down my dick. I shoved my tongue down his throat and we sucked tongues for a few minutes while Slave continued to suck my cock. 

By this time Slave had removed my dick from his mouth and moved his tongue down to lick my balls, first one then the other. After licking my entire ball sac, he put one ball in his mouth, sucked it, then the other sucked it and then both at the same time. This guy had a big and amazing mouth, knew what he was doing and was damn good at it, damn good indeed. He preformed the same action with his throat on my balls that he did on my cock which lead to a sensation that I had never felt before. He really was damn good. And he knew it. So did the Recruiter was my guess.

As he went back to sucking my shaft the Recruiter said “turn a little towards me.” As I did he stepped away from the table and faced me just enough to be able to look down and watch Slave sucking me off.  “Good boy, suck hard and deep. Isn’t daddy good to you to find you such a nice cock to suck? Nice big cock all for you to enjoy”. “And big balls full of nice tasty cum.”

He talked this way continuously to Slave for a few minutes until I exploded in Slave’s mouth.  “Good boy suck it up, swallow. Does it taste good? Swallow it all” which Slave did gratefully and I guessed would have done even if not instructed to do so.  “Say thank you to the nice man.”  He did. I thanked the Recruiter, gave him a quick kiss, thanked Slave, zipped up and left to go cruise some more. .All initial indications were that it was going to be a good night.

I gazed over at the bar which was in the wall that separated the inside from the outside of the bar and served both sides. The line wasn’t much shorter on this side, so I decided to head over but took the long way round. I had to let the room get a good view of my ass in my ass less chaps. And I had to check out the rest of the room.

I passed one guy who was wearing crotch-less chaps over surprisingly new jeans, a leather cap and a vest over a smooth sculptured chest with hard square pecs separated by a wide deep trough that glistened with sweat and was stretched to just a shade lighter than the pecs it separated.

From the way he was sitting, his vest revealed one hard square pec contained an equally hard brownish nipple strong and extended, sticking proudly up and out of the pec that supported it and looking like it had enjoyed good use and was begging to be sucked.  We smiled at each other and I kept walking past him, giving him a good view of my ass, assuming that he was still looking.

Eventually, I made my way to the bar. I wanted a drink and it was clear that the line wasn’t going to get any shorter anytime soon. 

While standing in line, I looked over the room again, confirming some interesting prospects for later, watching for anyone whose eyes might have followed me to the bar and was disappointed to notice that the guy wearing crotch-less chaps over surprisingly new jeans was gone.  

Several guys caught my eye and as I made mental notes, I felt a hand on my ass. At first it just laid flat. I didn’t move, except maybe to back up enough to firmly put my ass into the hand. I guess when I didn’t protest, some might even argue that my backing up could be interpreted as actual encouragement, the hand started cupping, squeezing and massaging my cheek.  I turned around just enough to see who it was but not enough so that he would have to take his hand off my ass or stop cupping, squeezing and massaging. 

It was crotch-less chaps over surprisingly new jeans. Now that I wasn’t concentrating on his hard square pec and “please suck me nipple”, I could concentrate on his face.  It was a handsome face with a square jaw that was clean shaven, contained blue eyes and very full sensuous “kiss me” lips and topped by a mop of jet black hair.  

He smiled and said “Nice chaps.” “Thanks for noticing.  I like yours too.” I responded.  “Do you wear them often?” He asked.  “Only on Saturday night and only in here, unless there’s a special request” I added coyly.  “Do you always wear jeans under your chaps?”  I asked. “Usually, but sometimes I wear a leather jock, in here the law requires one or the other.”  “And when the law doesn’t?”  “Depends upon whether there’s a special request.”

He parted his thick, full pink lips making a devilish smile revealing a set of nice white teeth and raised his bushy eye brows twice in quick succession and squeezed my cheek in emphasis as he threw my line back at me. As we continued to chit chat, he never removed his hand from my ass nor did he stop cupping, squeezing, and massaging. He squeezed extra hard when he wanted to emphasize a point in our conversation or added a light slap as punctuation.

“While I like the chaps, I’m particularly fond of what’s not inside them and he squeezed my cheek to emphasize his point. Nice ass; firm, hard, young.”  He slapped it once.  “Does it like to be fucked?” 

“Long, hard and often” I said and smiled. As I said this, he moved his fingers across my cheeks and slipped one into my ass.  He smiled. I smiled back and turned just enough to provide better access to my hole for his finger. He slipped in another making it two. I moved back closer to his hand forcing the fingers deeper into my ass.

By this time I had reached the bar and he removed his fingers.  I ordered, he didn’t, since he already had a beer in his hand. We both stepped out of the line and he said “I need to go to the restroom.” 

“Which one?” I asked with a grin, knowing full well what the answer would be. “I like privacy, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I like to be alone.” he said and started for the restrooms. 

To the surprise of neither of us, I followed.  When he went to open the door, it was locked.  Damn!  He turned and said “Got time to wait? I’ve nowhere to go just now do you?” “Nowhere at all” I answered.  We formed a line along the wall next to the door and stood close facing each other.

He kissed me and grabbed my crotch. I returned the favor. We rubbed each other’s cock and both cocks got harder. “I presume, since your ass is bare, that behind the zipper of the crotch on your chaps there is also nothing but the bare skin of your cock.”  “See for yourself, but be careful, please, be very careful.”

He pulled the crotch of my chaps away from my body and slowly and carefully unzipped my chaps, took my cock in his hand and started to jerk it with one long, slow, easy stroke. He licked his hand and returned to jerking my cock.

I unsnapped the waist of his chaps and unzipped his jeans but his underwear prevented skin-to-skin contact so I just rubbed.  He put the neck of the bottle of his beer in his mouth bit down to hold it in place and took his free hands to lower his underwear and free his cock. It was a nice cock, a big cock, a thick cock, a nice, big, thick cock.  Perfect for fucking.

We stroked each other’s cocks for about 5 minutes and then I felt him start to precum. I ran my thumb along the slit in the head of his cock, collected his precum on my thumb and moved it to my mouth to lick and suck slowly, deliberately, obviously, invitingly seductively all the time looking him straight in the eyes. He grinned. “Is it good?”  “Delicious, can’t wait to taste what cums next.” 

Suddenly we heard the door unlock, I turned my head to watch the door open and see a guy walk out. He closed the door behind him. A few seconds later we heard the toilet flush and another guy walked out. He left the door open. The room was ours. 

It took him no time at all to lock the door, walk me over to the toilet, put the seat down bend me over it and shove his eager, already exposed dick into my hungry, already exposed hole.  His cock felt as good as it looked, maybe even better. He grabbed the waist of my chaps with both hands and began to fuck me like he was riding a bucking bronco. In and out, in and out with fast short aggressive, forceful strokes his pubes and balls slapping against my ass as his cock went deep into my hole all the way down to the root, pulled back enough to get momentum and then pushed back in. I felt his pubes and balls slap against my ass each time he pushed his cock back into my hole before he pulled back to repeat the action.  Some of the strokes were shorter, some much shorter.

After a few minutes of this wild fucking, he slowed down and said “I wanted to fuck you so badly, I just lost control. That sexy ass of yours hanging out of those chaps is one fuckin cock arouser.”

He then calmed down and began sliding his cock in and out of my hole slowly and more deliberately taking his time to push it in as far as it would go until his pubes were rubbing up against my ass and then pulling it out slowly sometimes as far as the bottom of the head of his cock but leaving the head still in me to tease my hole, then sliding his thick long dick back deep inside me until his pubes were once again rubbing against my ass. From what I could tell, the bush of his pubes was just as thick and dense as his moustache and the mop of hair on his head. It felt full, deep and thick as he pushed it against my ass cheeks and rubbed it around directing his cock to do the same deep in my hole.

Sometimes his cock came all the way out of my hole in order to increase the thrust when he shoved it back in. Clearly his cock enjoyed this slow sliding in and out and so did my ass. He kept murmuring in soft groans, “Oh…oh… oh”.  After about 10 minutes of this, his speed increased, his strokes became shorter, faster, his groans sharper and he shot a big, warm generous load deep inside me, filling my hole. 

As he pulled his cock out of my ass, he began to place it back in his jeans. “Not so fast, now I get to do something else I’ve wanted to do since you first shoved your figures in my ass.”

I knelt down, took his cock in my hand and licked off all his spent cum and my ass juice.  After completely licking his entire shaft, I shoved the whole thing in my mouth and sucked long, hard and deep down to where the head was banging the back of my mouth and my nose was buried in his pubes which were in fact as thick and deep as I thought they were since I could feel them scratch the sides of my nose all the way to the cheeks on my face.

When his cock was fully sucked, I moved to his balls. They were big and filled his short sac completely. I lifted the sac and began licking the underside moving my tongue from the back of the root of his cock all the way underneath his ball sac and around the top side and under his shaft. After I finished licking them, I sucked first one and then the other, they were too large to put both in my mouth at the same time, but I did try. He moaned and groaned as I washed each individual ball in my mouth massaging it with a slight suction and rolling it around with my tongue and rolling my tongue all around his ball. It was from this advantage that I also could confirm that his bush was thick, dense and jet black. It also smelled and tasted great as I sniffed and licked it wet. When I had a mouth full of his loose pubic hair, I swallowed slowly and delighted in the way they tickled my throat as they made their way down.

I then went back to his cock and plunged the entire shaft all the way to the back of my throat and started to suck his very nice, very big, very thick cock.  After a couple of trips with my mouth and tongue down his long, thick rod, I returned to the tip to suck the head, and that’s when I tasted some more precum that leaked from the slit of the head of his rod and I wondered…

I didn’t have to wonder for long, because, yes, he shot another load of cum into my mouth which was thick, creamy, warm, salty and delicious.  I sucked it in and felt his load slide smoothly down the back of my throat. 

Yes, it was going to be a very good night.

He asked if I wanted to go back to his place which I found surprising. After all we’d just fucked, he shot a load in my ass, then another one down my throat and he didn’t impress me as the kind of guy who had another load left to shoot.  I told him that I’d really just gotten here, barely had time for a beer before he attacked my ass, not that I was complaining, and that it was still early.  He asked that if by ‘still early’ I meant that I still wanted to get fucked some more.  I smiled and said “Maybe.”

As I walked out of the sex restroom, two guys were approaching. The black guy was cum in your jeans hot. He wasn’t your fantasy big black buck. He was tall his body wasn’t the gym overbuilt, power lifter, bodybuilder type. He was on the slender side, lithe and sensuous. Not thin, not skinny, just slender, also hard, defined and compact.

He was about 6ft, give or take, with a strong thin narrow clean shaven jaw supporting large brownish-pink full thick lips. I could only imagine what pleasure they would be to kiss and suck and be kissed by. Behind these lips was a full white toothed smile which he never relaxed, most likely in anticipation of what was about to happen.

He probably weighed around 180-190 pounds and was 6- 6. 2ft. He definitely went to a gym, but for tone and definition not for bulk. The effect was that he oozed not so much sex as he did a hot sexual sensuality.

His strides were long. He had an easy gait, walked with a fluid, smooth motion which engaged his entire body in a flexible liquid sort of way that was not constrained by bones, skeleton, sharp angles or any obvious structure.  

His body hung loose and walked with the ease of a quiet brook flowing down among the rocks. He moved with an inner rhythm that accentuated his sensuality. He didn’t actually walk so much as he glided along the floor like so much silk undulating to the whisper of a light soft breeze.

His leather vest hung loose and swayed from side to side slightly over his brown nipples which stood out from his flat defined pecs. The vest rubbed against his nipples so closely that they probably were a very big part of the reason why they stood out and were so hard. And as the vest swayed in motion from side to side with his fluid gait, the vest moved so as to afford a very nice exposure, for an onlooker’s viewing pleasure, of two very fine pecs as well as nipples.

His stomach was completely flat and displayed four large squared abs, muscled but flat. His belly button was small and an innie. He had maybe 3% body fat?

His waist was firm, trim and smooth and smaller than his shoulders which were strong, but again, not overly developed. His biceps were hard and well formed long and lean rather than big and solid and they looked like they were in a constant state of flex eager to rip through the skin that stretched tightly over and barely contained them. There were no veins running down the sides framing them, just long well developed and well defined muscles.

The guy with him was… well to be totally honest, I was concentrating so much on lean black guy, that I didn’t even get a chance to notice much, hell anything, about the other guy before they passed me. The only thing that I did notice as I looked back was that lean black guy had his hand on what looked like a very nicely developed hard, bubble butt of the guy he was with and probably going to fuck. And while I was looking back so was lean black guy and when our eyes met, he winked. He was still smiling.

As they approached the door, my playmate was just walking out.

I walked around the bar and was very disappointed in what I saw.  Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a good night after all, not that it had been bad so far, but maybe I had already had all the fun that I was going to have tonight. The crowd looked a little disappointing, well, actually, very disappointing. Or at least not what I was looking for.

On my second round, I saw lean black guy walk into the main room from the corridor that led to the restrooms. His presence caught me up short and brought me back to time and place.  Had it taken me longer than I thought to walk the circuit of the inside and outside spaces or maybe he just worked fast, (how disheartening) or was disappointed and just left before finishing or even getting started (how encouraging).  In any case, I was surprised to see him. He found a vacant spot and stood against the wall, knee bent, his foot pressed into it, thumbs in his pocket, hands hanging in front, framing and drawing attention to his crotch.

I went to the bar and ordered a beer. The guy next to me started chatting, mostly about how he admired my guts for wearing the ass less chaps. I was courteous but definitely not interested and after an intolerable amount of time trying to be polite and acting interested eventually excused myself and walked away. 

I walked around, stood by the pool table at the back of the bar and actually watched some of the game since nothing else was happening.

You might remember that in this particular bar, and another reason why this is my favorite bar in addition to the sex bathroom, is that the pool table is in the far back corner of the bar.  In most bars it is up near the front usually near the door for some reason that escapes me. In this bar, the reason for the unusual placement of the pool table is very deliberate, intentional and obvious. It stands in the far corner, lighted only by the three lamps hanging over the table leaving the rest of the corner rather dark and with about 10 feet of this dark space between the table and the back wall where things could get quite interesting but weren’t now, unfortunately.

After the game was over and since the only action to be had or seen was actually on the pool table, I left and walked around some more.  I finished my beer and had reached my maximum boredom tolerance level and decided to call it a night.  I placed my empty beer bottle on the bar and started walking toward the door.  As I approached it there was a tap on my shoulder from behind.

When I turned, I was faced with the radiant smile of lean black guy. The night just improved immeasurably. Maybe I didn’t need to leave just yet.

“Hi, you probably don’t remember…”

“Oh, I remember, I remember you very well.” I responded.  “Do you always smile like that?’  “When I see something worth smiling about and those chaps are definitely worth smiling about” he replied.

“Well thanks for noticing.”  “Hard not to.” He said as he winked.  We chatted for what seemed like a longer while then necessary, long enough for him to order a round for the both of us and for me to finish that round. I began to wonder if this was ever going to go anywhere beyond boring chit chat. Not that I wasn’t enjoying the chit chat, but I hoped to do more with this guy than just chit chat.  What I wanted with this guy wasn’t conversation, but action.

While he said that he had noticed my chaps what I had noticed, now that I had time to concentrate on his face, was that his eyes had a sparkle and smile all of their own. They were big, brown, deep pools that reflected the mood of the smile below.  This guy looked like he was permanently in a good mood, maybe bordering just a little on pathological? Or was I just so jaded that I didn’t believe that anyone could be basically that happy with themselves not be afraid to show it and to let others know?   Did I think that I was I “too cool” for that?   I doubted it, because even with that constant foolish smile, he still seemed way cooler and was certainly much surer of himself than I was or probably would ever be.

It was also contagious. I felt myself starting to smile. Not because of the obvious hope for what I wanted to happen, but just because he made me feel good just being around him.  He had a calming presence that just made me feel comfortable and relaxed. It was a natural extension of his innate sensuality.  He knew how to put a person at ease with him, with themselves and with the situation.

I learned during our idle chit chat, among a lot of other non-consequential, boring, uninteresting trite things that he was in town for business. He arrived last Wednesday and was leaving tomorrow. He was in tech. He had a partner back home. But their agreement was that when either of them was out of town each was free to pursue other interests.

“Would you like to be one of those other interests?  Are you interested?” he asked.  Now this is the kind of conversation that I had been hoping for.

“Definitely, to both” I responded and put my empty beer bottle down on the shelf we were leaning against.  So did he.

When we got to the sex restroom, it was busy, but the door was ajar. I looked in and saw some guy getting fucked.  The guy getting fucked waved us in just as the top said, “I’m going to cum” and presumably did.

We made a line and waited.  In short order, the room was ours.  We locked the door.

                                                        to be continued...