Dumb Jock

Helios was a really dumb jock, and to use an old British expression relating to a lack of intelligence, ‘he was as thick as two planks.’ He was, however, also the finest tribute to masculine perfection one would ever see. Much as I would find communicating with him agonizing the morning after we had enjoyed a great evening of sex, the build-up and physical interaction preceding the morning catastrophe, was heavenly. Nonetheless, once the evening of bliss had ended, getting rid of him the following morning became an absolute priority in my life, as I am about to explain:

I met Helios very early on in clubbing and bar visiting days once I had finally opened the closet and embraced my homosexuality. I was living in a very basic residential hotel in those days, which was all that I could afford. The room was comfortable and had a three-quarter bed and a basin. Regrettably, however, one had to make do with communal toilets and showers situated at either end of a long passage in the five-storey building.

Like me, eighty percent of the occupants were young males starting out in life. The establishment only served breakfast and dinner on weekdays, and on Saturdays and Sundays, lunch was also available at an extra fee, which had to be reserved in advance. In all fairness, all the meals were really good. 

I had never been a barfly and my weekly routine consisted of visiting gay bars and clubs on Friday and Saturday evenings. On both evenings, I would arrive at the bar at nine and then slowly sip on my beer for an hour or so, before heading off to the gay club at around ten-thirty. I loved to boogie and if I got lucky in the process, it was all good and well.

I would always recall this period as the most carefree and enjoyable period of my life and have always treasured the many fond memories I have of that era.

On a Friday evening, in accordance with my normal routine, after my bar visit, I arrived at the club just before eleven. After acquiring my second beer for the evening, I moved toward the spacious dance area to observe the talent on display.

As I scanned the space, my eyes fell on one of the most incredible men I had ever seen. It was as if a Greco-Roman god had descended from Mount Olympus to enchant us mere mortals with his magnificence.   

 Helios, rather aptly named, I thought later when we introduced ourselves, stood to one side of the dancefloor in conversation with two other guys. As I stood there ogling him with my mouth hanging open, all three men then turned and looked in my direction. Not wanting to be rude, I averted my gaze, absolutely sure that he was out of my league. Resignedly, I then departed back toward the bar next door.

After a minute or two, I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I did so, I was stunned to see the mythological creature standing before me.

“Would you like to boogie with me?” he asked.

‘Jesus, is a frog’s arsehole watertight?’ I thought to myself, before practically pissing in my pants and replying, “Sure.” 

Helios loved dancing as much as I did and for the next forty minutes, as we gyrated, he kept smiling and winking at me. I kept waiting for a crew from one of those television series to appear and tell me that I had been set up in a ‘Candid Camera’ episode of sorts. Fortunately, that did not happen.

Throughout our boogie marathon, I kept staring and him and wondering why the fuck he had chosen me, constantly waiting for the point where he would simply fuck off and leave me alone on the dancefloor. But that also did not happen.

When we finally left the dancefloor for a well-earned drink, the next huge surprise befell me when he asked if he could go home with me before informing me that he had come to the bar with his two housemates and, therefore, didn’t have his own transport. As I animatedly nodded with my heart racing in my chest, he then asked if I could drop him off at their home the following morning, if that suited me. Having my own transport, I informed him that it would be no problem at all.

“Cool, then I would love to spend the night with you after we have boogied some more,” he countered with a satisfied smile.

We did then return to the dancefloor afterward for another dancing session. During this period, Helios constantly hugged and kissed me. I was almost delirious with his oral affection but above all, the feel of his muscular frame as I embraced him was breath-taking. The feel of Helios’ erect dick was also totally mesmerizing as he sensually ground his body into me. I was practically hyperventilating when he finally suggested that we should head back to my place.

Once there, I was again embraced and kissed erotically before we began to undress. After we had both stripped naked, I looked at him in complete wonderment. Every part of his body was a tribute to total masculine perfection.

“Jesus, you are fuckin’ magnificent!” I gushed.

“Thanks, Richard, I think you are also very good-looking,” he replied with a sexy smile.

Soon, our bodies were intertwined once more before we magically settled on the bed. As my fingers ran across the taught skin of his muscular frame, the texture of his skin almost felt silky to the touch. I was elated by his dominance and ardency, which appealed enormously to my passive predilection. Helios did not have the biggest cock I had ever encountered, but his respectable uncut member, in accordance with the rest of him, was definitely one of the prettiest dicks I had ever seen.

His skill, however, was incredible and for the next two hours, my godlike creature took me to paradise, along with him. His oral and anal repertoire was mind-blowing and honoured the heavenly place that I was sure he had descended from. When we finally drifted off to sleep much later, I was more sexually sated than I had ever been in my life.

The following morning, however, from the time we arose and until I dropped him off at the place where he was living, things went seriously south. During that hour or so, I was confronted by the most hedonistic and self-absorbed human I had ever met.

To cut a very long story short, he whined on about how hard he worked on his body, how good-looking everyone he met thought he was, and how he was sure that he was going to be a television or movie star. He unabashedly told me; that his bright future was on the brink rocketing into the stratosphere.

I was practically puking by the time I finally dropped him off.

As he said goodbye, he then added that he hoped we would bump into one another again before he became famous.     

As I drove off hastily, I couldn’t believe how such a great evening had turned into such a catastrophe.

I did spot Helios on a few occasions thereafter at the club but simply made a rapid departure before he could spot me. Much as I had enjoyed having sex with him, I had no intention of ever again dealing with the meltdown I had experienced the following day.

***

Twenty years later and after two failed relationships, I once again found myself visiting bars and clubs for hookups.

As I sat at the bar one Friday evening, I observed a man walking into the bar. There was something familiar about him but as I scanned my mind trying to piece things together, I came up blank. The guy was thickset and rather handsome in a sexy blue-collar way. As I watched, he took up a seat further along the counter. Upon milling through my memory bank I kept glancing at him. Finally, when the bar starting thinning out I eventually occupied the seat next to him, determined to solve my mystery.

“Forgive my intrusion,” I finally announced, “But I have the feeling that I have met you before.”

The man now focussed on me before replying, “Sorry, buddy, but I didn't recognize you at all,” he apologetically countered in a friendly manner.

Hoping that introductions might ignite our memories, I announced, “My name is Richard.” 

“Hi, I’m Helios,” he replied.

Hit by a thunderbolt, memories flooded my brain in an epiphany. His name, after all, was a very unusual one.

Cautiously, I decided to dot my i’s and cross my t’s, before making a presumptuous fool of myself. 

“Did you frequent the Tallulah’s Club twenty years ago?” I asked.

“Sure, all the time,” he answered with an insouciant shrug.

Although Helios had changed a great deal, I could now unmistakably see that he was the guy I had gone to bed with.

As I began to chuckle he looked at me with a confused look. “What’s so funny?” he then asked.

“Well… You and I once spent the night together,” I announced.

“Shit, now I’m embarrassed,” he ruefully replied.

“It’s no problem,” I assured him. “It was only when you mentioned your unusual name that the penny finally dropped for me too,” I reassuringly replied.

With a bemused smile, he then asked, “Was I any good in bed?”

“You were brilliant,” I emphatically stated, obviously leaving out the morning after revelations. On a roll, I then decided to fictitiously enliven my story by adding, “Of course, we didn’t have mobile phones in those days, and sadly, I never bumped into you again.”

With a melancholy look, Helios simply nodded his head.

Caught up in his nostalgic reverie, Helios then said, “As you can see, I have really gone to seed since then.”

“Bullshit, you are a very good-looking guy,” I assured him.

With a dismissive snort, Helios answered, “You’re just being kind.”

Respectfully, I did not answer.

After a pensive interlude, he resumed, “I was such an arrogant shit in those days. I really thought the sun shone out of my backside. Pfft, movie star my arse,” he then derisively snorted.

After another lengthy pause, Helios concluded, “Well, as you can see, I have now become an over-the-hill, pudgy blue-collar builder eking out a mediocre existence… I’m not the Greek god I once thought I was.”       

Something about his admission touched my soul. It wasn’t pitying, but profound respect for someone who had been through the mill and had to confront the limitation of their lives. Television always bulldozes us with success stories, but as we all should know, for every one of those successes, there are tens of millions who simply never find the Golden Fleece.

As Helios looked into my eyes searchingly, I earnestly retorted, “You are wrong about your assessment of yourself. Helios, you were an arrogant shit when I first met you and I have to admit, much as I thought you were physically magnificent, when I finally got to speak to you properly the following day before I dropped you off at your place, I couldn’t wait to get away from you. Great as our sex had been, I simply couldn’t cope with your egotism. However, the man that is now sitting beside me is ten times sexier and infinitely more appealing than the person I met back then,” I concluded.

With an expression of contentment, Helios then playfully asked, “Are you coming on to me?”  

“Fuck, yeah,” I unreservedly answered.

“Mmm, that’s good. As you spoke I also vaguely recalled our night together and remember being sad that I never saw you again, but I’m also distressed to learn that I made such a ‘great’ impression on you the following day,” Helios replied with a wry smile.      

“We live and learn,” I philosophically replied.

“Mmm, you can say that again,” he pensively replied.

As we continued to chat, we learned that we were both single. Like me, he had also been in a few unsuccessful relationships. After we had ascertained where the other one lived, he then said, “You live a lot closer than I do. Are you going to invite me to your place for coffee?”

“Sure, whenever you’re ready to leave,” I answered.

After we had both finished our beers he looked at me and suggested, “Let’s get going.”

Upon following me to my place on his motorbike, we finally entered my apartment. I continued enjoying his company as we sipped our coffee and was amazed that he wasn’t as stupid as I had believed many years before. In fact, I was really enjoying his company very much.

A short while later, he arose and extended his hand to me. As I got up, Helios embraced and started kissing me. His kissing was as awesome as I recalled from years ago.

When we finally entered my bedroom, we both began to strip. As I looked at his naked form, he was far hairier than I recalled. Obviously, trimming his body hair was no longer part of his daily regimen, and this pleased me enormously. He was also much heftier and even had a modest paunch. Again, this was very pleasing to me.

Once on the bed, my third agreeable surprise was realized, when I found that he had also become much more dominating in his sexual approach. This, coupled with the way that he made love to me thereafter, was a fantastic improvement from twenty years before, and he had now become an even better lover. Much as the Greek god had impressed me two decades ago, this new beefier demon was exciting me beyond belief.

The robust control of his rough hands, and the ferocity of his mouth and animated body, completely overwhelmed me with lust. In addition, Helios’ lusty vocalization as he devoured me with his horniness was mind-blowing.

I was fucked in every position imaginable, as his divine and relentless torment ensued into the early hours of the following morning.

Finally, we both practically passed out from sheer exhaustion once done.

Helios did stay on the following day and I am pleased to say that there were no unpleasant surprises awaiting me. His continued stamina proved to be the only lasting impression after our weekend together.

***

Happily involved as we now are, I often regret that it didn’t happen sooner. But then as we all know; a great wine always improves with age.