The Zoo

After the trauma of finally deciding to visit a gay bar, I was blown away by how exhilarating the experience was. I knew I was gay but my ‘closet’ door was practically bolted shut. I had indulged in nondescript homosexual encounters while at school, but they were infrequent and only consisted of an occasional wank or fondle. I could have been far more proactive in those days, but I was shit-scared of being exposed for ‘degenerate’ behaviour.

Eighteen months before I had moved to the city after finding employment. I had often passed by Manley’s, a local gay pub, but had never had the guts to enter. The night I did, it was as if a veil was lifted off me and I found myself in the company of dozens of men with my same ‘affliction.’ I did not stay very long that first evening, but when I left the bar I was overcome with excitement. Although the ice had finally been broken, it would take a further several weeks before I eventually went home with another person.

I was exceptionally fortunate when this occurrence finally materialized. The guy’s name was Peter and he lived with his parents in a neighbouring town. Peter was in his early thirties and worked as a mechanic in his dad’s business. Peter was an amateur bodybuilder and turned out to be an exceptional lover. I will always remember my first night with him in my small apartment and was very pleased that he was the first man to penetrate me. Over the following year or so, I did encounter him several times at the pub, and these meetings always ended up fruitfully. There was, however, never any suggestion of a relationship with him. His parents did not know he was gay and had a very dominating influence on his life.

At the pub though, my sex life went from strength to strength as I became more comfortable with hook-ups.

Early on, I made a ‘pub buddy’ named Phil. Phil was very effeminate and preferred to be called Phyllis. Not only was Phyllis very amusing, but he also a harbinger of news. Any, and everything you wanted to know, Phyllis could tell you. It was at this point that I first saw Lex at the bar. ‘Lethal Lex,’ as Phyllis referred to him, was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. He was six-foot-tall, blond, green-eyed, and very masculine.

According to Phyllis; he had appeared in a few gay and straight porn videos. Lex also liked to be paid for his ‘services’ and was very popular with the older queens frequenting the bar. In short, although Lex was magnificently gift-wrapped, he was pure white trash. I found Lex mesmerizing and could never keep my eyes off him. Unfortunately, he seemed oblivious to my existence.

One evening, Phyllis delighted me with two copies of Lex’s porn videos, and I could hardly wait to get home that night. Once I had gotten into bed, I began to watch the movies. The first one was straight, and in it, Lex visits a buddy in a trailer park. Lex gets to fuck the wife and is soon joined by her husband in a spit roasting and DP session. The movie seemed very amateur, but there was nothing physically average about Lex. As Phyllis had forewarned, Lex was way above normal in the genital department.

The second video was gay and also seemed very amateur. It consisted of the clichéd prison scene in which Lex’s cellmate gets a face and butt fucking of epic proportions. As we are all aware, the acting in these movies is mostly pathetic, but I have to say that Lex took poor acting to another level. Beautiful as he was, his performances weren’t very arousing and I could not imagine he would ever have a stellar career in the porn industry. But, I didn’t care, because to me he was just magnificent.

While I was visiting the bar one Friday evening, a few months later, Lex arrived with a buddy and was soon chatting up a middle-aged queen. Later, after a brief chat with his buddy, I observed the buddy leaving. At around eleven as the bar began to empty, I watched Lex and the queen depart. A few minutes later, Lex stumbled back into the bar. He had a bloody nose and what looked like a cut above one eye.

Informing the barman that he had been attacked outside by two guys, Lex said that during the encounter the queen had run off at the speed of light. Lex then headed for the toilet to clean up. The barman placed a tube of antiseptic cream on the counter and asked me to help out by taking it to Lex.

By the time I got to the toilets, Lex had blown his nose and washed his face. The cut above his eye wasn’t too bad, and I assisted him by applying lotion to the gash. Shortly, I resumed my seat at the bar, before Lex returned and sat next to me.

“Thank you,” he said, after which I shrugged a ‘no problem’ gesture. “I’m sure I have seen you here before,” he continued, before concluding, “By the way… My name’s Lex.”

“I’m Mark,” I replied. “May I buy you a drink after your ordeal?” I offered.

“Thanks, Mark, that would be great,” he answered, and then after a moment he asked, “Where do you live?”

“Down the road,” I replied.

“Listen, buddy, I’m in a bit of shit, and there no way I can get back to my place tonight. Can you put me up at your pad for the night?” Lex asked with an anticipating frown.

I was so excited with our interaction at this point, that my body began to tremble. The object of my desire wanted to go home with me! I was shaking as I answered, “Sure, but I only have one bed.”

“Is it big enough for both of us?” he inquired with a wink.

“Yes,” I replied, almost choking with eagerness.

At my apartment, I again cleaned his cut, before applying a plaster. Without missing a beat, he then put toothpaste on my toothbrush before brushing his teeth. When I brushed my teeth, I listened to the potent discharge of piss splashing behind me. Lex then moved to the bedroom, stripped, and got into bed. Joining him in the room, I gingerly took off clothes as he observed me with his hands behind his head. He smiled approvingly before reminding me to remove my underpants before getting into bed.

With his head propped up on one arm, he looked at me and said, “This is going to be a pleasant change.”

“Why?” I asked, puzzled.

“Because, normally, I only get to fuck flabby middle-aged queens,” he declared.

“How much do you cha…” He didn’t allow me to finish the word.

“That depends. When I get back to their apartments, I assess their value. If they live modest lives, then I only ask a hundred bucks. But if I see they can afford it, well, I charge two hundred or more. Once I show them my cock, they happily pay,” he concluded proudly.

“And me?” I asked.

“Tonight, it’s a for free,” he said as his knob brushed against my leg. Lex then leaned over and kissed me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

After a short while he said, “Turn, Mark, it will be easier for you to accommodate my cock.” I obeyed without reservation. As Lex began entering me, I was afraid that my arse would explode, but there was no way I was going to chicken out. I had dreamt about this, and my pain threshold didn’t factor into the equation. I simply gasped, as his godlike dick nuzzled and nudged my eager lips.

Like a randy bitch, I let Adonis conquer my hole. The pain was immaterial to me.

‘Yes, fuck yes,’ I thought, as my fantasy pummelled me.

Whimpering like a damsel whose dream warrior had just conquered her, I allowed him to take me to heights I had only ever imagined. I kept lifting my butt to encourage his onslaught, as I writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he intoned, “Yes, fuck yeah, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, “Please abuse my fucking hole.” Lex then fucked me harder and harder, to groans of satisfaction from me.

“Aah, aaah, aaaah,” he exclaimed, as he shot his deluge into me.

“Ooh, oooh… Ooooh,” I blissfully stammered in reply.

Finally collapsing onto me, I listened as his breathing steadily returned to normal. He gently kissed my head as we wallowed in post-coital bliss.

“Thank you,” I uttered with satisfaction. Lex just grunted a low moan of contentment. In the throes of passion, I had also shot my load all over the sheet.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’ve never felt better,” I replied.

A hot laugh broke into my ear as he guffawed, before announcing, “Just give me a few minutes before round two.” 

We lay still for a short while, with my beautiful god embracing me. A few minutes later he lifted, ordering me onto my back. With my legs held in his arms, his re-entry now took place.

‘Fuck,’ I thought, as he speared back into me, ‘this is going to be hectic,’ and it was!

On my back, his knob felt twice as large. With my legs held against his chest, Lex again began thrusting into me as he fucked me solidly. My arse was getting a lesson in maximum capacity, but once again, I was happier than a slut at a gangbang. As he powered into me, I begged him to thump me into the next dimension.

I was gobsmacked by the juxtaposition of his paltry performance in the porn videos as we had sex. If only the portrayal in the videos could match his natural abilities, I thought, this guy would be a porn king.

With my arse being pummelled, I was looking up at Mount Olympus and felt like a sexual offering to one of the gods. With his floppy balls smacking my arse Lex finally began to erupt again later, to the combined cacophony of our grunts reverberating through the room.

The following morning, I made us breakfast. Afterward, he asked if I was in a hurry.

“No. Why?” I asked.

“Because I want to fuck you again,” he answered, grasping his hard-on through his briefs. No second invitation was required. Soon, I was again on my stomach, being fucked manically. After yet another load up my backside, and one more on my sheets, we departed for his home.

As we drove Lex became very pensive. “I wish I wasn’t such a loser,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked perplexed.

“Because, then I would be lucky enough to share my life with someone like you,” he stated. I didn’t answer, but I could have sworn that he smeared a tear away from his eye.

Two days later, I paid the price for my night of joy. There is an old joke, that when your freckles start to crawl, then you have crabs, and I had a major infestation of pubic lice. Dear Lex had shared his pets with me. With great embarrassment, I acquired the necessary ointment to take care of the problem. I even shaved all my pubes and am happy to report that the situation was swiftly dealt with. For the following two weeks, however, I did not visit the bar.

When I did, Phyllis, the all-knowing, was there. “Barman told me that you and Lex left together, two weeks ago,” he stated, clutching his imaginary pearls and flickering his eyes in a camp fashion.

“Yes,” I replied, before relating the crab’s episode. Afterward, I thought Phyllis was then going to fall off his barstool shrieking.

Once he regained his composure he said, “So you went to bed with an ‘animal’ and ended up with an entire zoo in your underpants.” For the next several minutes we laughed raucously.

Two nights later at the bar, Lex approached me apologetically and asked if he had ‘shared’ his problem with me. I nodded. He was contrite and profusely asked my forgiveness, explaining that he had only discovered the problem after I had dropped him off at his place. I had long since forgiven him and just smiled benignly. “I hope you’ll give me a second chance?” he asked sheepishly.

“Sure,” I answered, meaning it.

Lex and I did have a few more episodes and they were always fantastic, and I never got charged. Fortunately, we never again shared pets.

A year later I met my life partner, Troy. After that, my clubbing and bar days were finally over.

I have always wondered what finally happened to Lex. He was a real stud!