Married Mike - an account

A couple of days ago, I heard a man saying at a bar that writers tell tales that they have never lived, fiction. I am very proud to tell you here real stories; every guy from my twenty something stories so far really came into my life; the way I tell you how they have come to it is real, what we did to each other really happened, and the way they stayed or departed is also as a genuine of an account as possible.

As a mid-aged gay man in the twenty-first Century, I have had my fair share of sexual encounters that reflect my likes and dislikes when it comes to man to man action. For instance, you guys know I love men of all races and types, as long as they have a nice pair of feet for me to indulge. You also know I am pretty versatile in bed, enjoying most anything as long as it does not involve either anal or “dirty” sex; this includes golden showers, fisting, scat, animals, etc. No judgement, just a matter of taste.

On that note, there are two other things I know for sure: I am not into leather (though I cannot count the times I have been to leather bars all over the world) and I am NOT relationship material (I may have the same man repeatedly in bed for sex, as I had many times, but never date them).In the case of married Mike, I broke my own rules twice.

There were many gay bars in my city, different scenes, different crowds; this particular leather bar, though not the only one, was very popular due to the beer specials and friendly staff. It was located on a walking distance from my place so, one day, I finally had the guts to check it out. And along came married Mike! I did not see not notice him at first, the place was huge and packed. Guys of all kinds wondered around, most of them dressed in leather, but many like me in plain clothes.

I remember being greeted by this cute boy name John; he was selling jello-shots and was simply charming. I believe it was part of his job to flirt with all patrons; I tried to get him naked in my bed a couple of times after that day (his daytime job was at a local café nearby) but no luck. So, I talked to the bartender, got myself one of the specials, and went mingling. It is amazing how one stands out in a leather bar when wearing plain clothes!

Many hot guys approached me that night asking me to remove my shirt or to follow them to the dungeon, something I was not ready to do yet. Instead, I grabbed my cheap beer and went up, first to the second, then to the third and finally to the fourth floor.

I found myself a quiet spot to hang out and just observe. “Are you playing hard to get, sir?” I suddenly heard this deep voice whisper in my ear. “I beg your pardon!?! That was what I able to reply without turning. “I have been literally chasing you three floors up, are you trying to avoid me?” The truth was I wasn’t even aware I was being chased. I simply turned, stared at him and said “Maybe”. “Hi, I am Mike; and the owner of these beautiful green eyes is…..?” “Not interested”, I rudely replied. “Ouch!”, Mike muttered. Guys, I do not know why I reacted like that; I am a very friendly person who usually gets nasty responses from the guys I approach but, somehow, my behavior made married Mike even more interested.“Ok, Mr. Beautiful green eyes, my name is Mike, I have been chasing you since the minute you walked at the front door and I would love to buy you a drink so I can have the chance to tell you why I immediately fell in love with you!”. Jesus, so corny and creepy at the same time, I thought. “Ok Mr. Mike, you can get me a special and the you have five minutes to tell me why/how you fell in love with me without even known me!” Married

Mike returned with the drinks and wasted no time telling me he had been watching me (stalking me?) for the past four weeks in my neighborhood. He told me I was a creature of habits, same going to work times, same coffee times at the same spot, same going out and eating times and places. Total stalker, right? But there was such sweetness in the way he talked to me, that I just kept on listening. In a matter of minutes, married Mike told me everything about his life, how he had recently separated from his wife after twenty five years and two kids, how the family had taken his coming out and his attraction for Latin boys like me, especially my green eyes.

He also told me he first saw me at the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago and he was fascinated by the way I handled myself in general and especially towards strangers who started small talks. Catching me out of guard, he kissed me. Boys, it was one of the hottest unexpected kisses I had ever had in my life; I could not simply depart from his soft lips and mastering tongue.

Making out with that man was inevitable, we kept that going what it seemed to me as forever. Married Mike was just an average Joe; he was not incredibly handsome but had a nice face. He was shorter than me, more towards the chubby side. Yet, there was something so sexy the way he presented himself, something I only saw as he involved me with his narrative.

It was a weird kind of blind date; until I have got him naked in my bed that same night.I am positive that most guys would have turned married Mike down in a heartbeat; I am glad I was not one of those guys; although average looking in All aspects, the man’s feet were exquisite, perfect. adorable.  

The minute I removed his shoes, I was his, he was mine. Seriously, there is no point telling you what I did to those feet for the next eight months we dated, because we did. Married Mike was the first man in my life to have a key to my place, that’s how serious we got.

He was a big football fan and, my best memories, come from him watching the game on my couch while I worshipped his feet restlessly until he submitted and we had wild sex on the floor. I broke up with him after eight months; that was my no dating material speaking up, just like scorpions do.I am not sure if this story will fly without the steamy details, but I felt like telling I anyways.

Mike and I had all kinds of sex during our time together, it is hard to define who had more fun than the other. And it doesn’t really matter. I had a “long” term relationship with a guy I met in a leather bar; that shows me how unpredictable life can be.