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Although I occasionally patronize gay bars, I had never in my thirty-five years seen a drag show. So, with all the hubbub in the news these days, I decided to check one out. I went online to see where I might find one and discovered that a bar I knew very well was hosting a drag extravaganza the coming Saturday. It featured several national drag queen stars, as well as some of our local talent.

I arrived at the tavern fairly early only to find the place already busy and crackling with an air of excited anticipation. A stool at the far end of the bar became vacant so I pounced on it and ordered a beer. As an avowed people watcher, it was the perfect vantage point to watch the Saturday night merriment.

Within the growing crowd, I noticed two fellows whose vibe clashed with the generally convivial atmosphere. One was a big guy who was leering and aggressive. The other was a smaller man who obviously did not appreciate the man’s attention. Rejection only made the first guy more aggressive. Over the next twenty minutes, their drama made a circuit around the floor in front of the stage. The small man would pull away, saying go away or leave me alone. The lout would stay close on his heels becoming more assertive, even physical.

I pointed them out to the bartender. “Who’s that asshole?” I asked.

A glance was all he needed. “That asshole is the owner’s brother. I’ve 86-ed him several times but the owner always lets him back in. I’ve given up with the guy.”

Now, when I was a kid I never liked bullies on the playground. I like the adult version even less. I tried to ignore the ugly scene but it kept getting louder and more annoying. The surrounding crowd sneered and kvetched but no one intervened so the ugliness slowly ramped up. Secretly, I’m sure, many wanted the little guy to simply relent. After all, isn’t that what submissives do?

Finally, I’d had enough. I emptied my beer with one chug and wove menacingly through the crowd. The bully had a firm grip on the smaller guy’s arm so when I stepped between them I was instantly nose to nose with the asshole. He was startled as I stared hot daggers into his beady eyes.

“Go bother someone else, Fuckface.” Subtlety is not my forte and when provoked my otherwise sonorous voice seems to echo from the flaming depths of hell. “This gentleman obviously does not welcome your attention.”

I watched the moment of assessment flash through his eyes. He was a tad taller than my six foot one but there was nothing soft about me. He, on the other hand, was oafish; big and in size but smooshy and feint of heart. I grabbed the wrist that held the smaller man, squeezing with a force that imperiled his bones.

His befuddled mind was unable to summon anything more than the obvious. “Are you threatening me?” he asked.

“Bother him again and I will leave you broken and bloody on the floor. A promise, not a threat.”

He held my stare for a pathetic moment longer, attempting to salvage a shred of dignity. There was none to be had. He huffed once and sulked away to the amusement of the assembled crowd. I turned to the victim of his bullying.

“Maybe now we can all enjoy the evening in peace.” My voice had resumed its normal calm tenor. “I’m at the bar if he bothers you again.”

“No, let me buy you a drink. I mean, come on,” he pleaded, “that’s the least I can do. By the way, I’m Ethan.”

For the first time, I got a good look at him. He was a bit younger than me, maybe thirty. As his tension dissipated, he assumed a look of warmth and kindness so natural it was surely his resting face. There was a winsome charm in his smile and he had green eyes so lustrous and clear they shone like an aura. He was maybe five-nine and trim with the suggestion of nimble grace. It was obvious why the lout was fixated on him. Ethan was a very attractive guy. He gently took my arm and urged me toward the tables that ringed the room.

He called to the passing waiter, “Oh Phillip, could you get me a wine and something for …?”

“Marc. Just a longneck Bud for me.”

Ethan smiled deeply into my eyes. “Of course, a beer-drinking man.” I searched his tone for sarcasm but he seemed genuinely pleased at my lack of pretense. “Come with me.”

He led me to an empty booth. It was a couple of steps up from the floor allowing a good view of the stage. He scooched in while I sat toward the edge, leaving a good distance between us.

“This is kind of a first for me,” I said.

He gave me a quizzical look. “First time at a gay bar?”

“No. No. First time seeing a drag show. I come here at times but usually on Saturday afternoons to watch the games.”

“Oh my god, Marc. You come to a gay bar to watch football and drink beer?” He teased with a trace of intrigue. “What kind of a guy are you?”

I blushed with a laugh. “The kind that doesn’t fit well with the clubbing scene.” I found his playful ribbing charming. “But, I watch games in straight bars too. I’m versatile that way.”

A laugh erupted from Ethan. “So you’re turhal escort versatile?”

I emphasized, “In that way.”

Our drinks arrived and Ethan offered a toast “To your first time.”

“Cheers to first times,” I said. We laughed and took a drink.

Ethan continued, “Interesting. So you’re not the clubbing type or the cruising type either.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I practically had to beg you to have a drink with me. I’m not used to begging for a man’s attention.” He gave me a beguiling grin. “And you’re versatile in your taste in bars. I wonder are you versatile in your taste in sex partners, too? Or perhaps you’re just bi-curious and painfully shy?”

His green eyes were whimsical and flirtatious. I was convinced that Ethan never had to beg for a man’s attention. Unlike the lout that bullied him earlier, most men would beg for his. Yet he didn’t make me beg and that made me feel special.

“Well, yes and no. I do enjoy a woman’s company and I’ve been with men, as well. I even have a trans female friend that I dallied with once.”

“Even more interesting. So your tastes run the gamut yet here you are alone on a Saturday night. How is that?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

“But I asked first. So…?”

“I guess I haven’t found what I’m looking for. So I guess that makes me … what?” I shrugged.

“Discerning.”

“I’ll take that. So, why are you here alone? Cruising?”

Ethan scoffed, “No. Just wanting to have fun and see the show.”

Before he could say more the house lights went down and a spotlight lit the stage. I leaned back to enjoy the show and stretched my arm across the back of the booth. Whether Ethan saw that as an invitation or an opportunity, I don’t know, but he scooched close. The dim light hid the green of his eyes but they shone nonetheless as I found myself gazing into them. My hand fell softly on his shoulder. His fingers played lightly across my inner thigh. My impulses took over and I found his lips with a brief gentle kiss.

A campy queen in a tuxedo took the stage welcoming everyone and introducing the first performer. The show was all that I expected and more. It tickled me at first, as did Ethan’s fingertips on my leg. I played with the hair around his ear. Somehow our bodies nestled more closely into each other.

The second act was pretty much the same as the first only campier and more brazen. The third act was even more outrageous. The crowd was getting louder. Hoots and whistles accompanied the music as Drag Queen
danced with a bump and grind. I had seen enough and was getting bored. Frankly, I found Ethan’s company far more intriguing than the show.

“Ethan?”

“Yeah.”

He gazed with expectation into my eyes. “I think I’ve had enough of the drag show experience. I’d much rather be alone with you.”

Our lips met again in a skating kiss that lasted for several bump and grinds. “I want to be with you, too,” he said. “I live close by. Let’s go there.”

As we started through the audience it became more boisterous in anticipation of the headline performer. The crowd from the bar joined in, blocking our way. I found myself pressed against Ethan from behind and took the opportunity to wrap him in my arms. I caressed his chest and flat stomach in a public display that was uncharacteristic for me, yet the crowd was oblivious. The display that they had come for was about to take the stage.

Ethan pressed back against me. His firm ass sought my manhood between his cheeks. The moan that escaped me was lost in the din of the crowd. Only Ethan heard. He danced his bootie deeper across my loins.

“We better find our way out of here,” I said, “before I disgrace myself and stain a good pair of slacks.”

Ethan spun, looking up into my eyes as his groin kept contact with mine and swayed slightly in tempo with the booming music. His hands kneaded my shoulders, my biceps, and pecs. “Try to make yourself small, Marc, if that’s possible. Follow me. I’ll get us through this crowd.”

We escaped and I followed his car across town. As the oldies station played the Young Rascals singing ‘Good Lovin’, I took it as an omen of what was to come. I chuckled at my good fortune.

His condo was perched on a ridge overlooking the river. I took in the impressive view as he unlocked the door then stood aside and ushered me in. I wandered into the living room and made a quick survey of the place. The decor reflected the tastes of a thoughtful, sophisticated man, a man of substance with an eye for art. I turned to him. He was watching from the foyer, appreciating me with a wry grin.

“Can I get you something?” he offered.

“Yes,” I uttered with a devilish purr. “You.”

He approached slowly with his eyes locked on mine. Anticipation increased with each step and the heat between us mounted. He stopped a few aching inches away. We gazed more fervently into each other’s eyes, so close, as the saying goes, yet so far. Unbidden, tuşba escort my hand rose to his cheek and, with eyes still lost within his, I bent to meet his lips. He melted into my kiss.

My arms wrapped his body and drew him tight. His lips were slick and lush, then they parted and our tongues touched for the first time. Our ardor quickly rose as we held each other tighter. It seemed forever that my arms roamed his back. Finally, my hands found his ass, each cheek so firm and supple as he pressed himself upward against me. Our cocks gamboled together through the dense fabric of our pants. I broke the kiss to bury my lips into the soft nape of his neck.

“Oh, Marc …” Ethan gasped in quivering breaths, his body electric and pulsing against mine. “I want you naked in my bed.”

We got there in fits and starts, always embracing, always probing with tongues and touch, finally arriving half naked, leaving a trail of shirts and shoes in our path. Ethan threw back the covers and bade me to sit on the edge of the bed as he wrestled off my pants and socks. Then he took my erect cock gently between his hands and stroked it deftly with light fingers. He sank to his knees and admired it longingly with his hot carnal gaze.

“Yum,” he said with a sigh.

A thrill shot through me as laid wet kisses over my cockhead and his tongue tickled the delicate underside. He played with the pillowy crown making me shiver, then he slowly inhaled my thick shaft until it was lodged deep within his throat. His lush lips made several circuits up and down the shaft, ever deeper. I moaned and craned upward. He welcomed my cock again and again within his marvelous mouth. Too soon, I approached my limits and begged him to stop. Reluctantly, and just in time, he did. Yet he remained there, on his knees at the bedside, adoring my manhood with his eyes, occasionally kissing sloppily at the base. Then he looked up at me.

“Your cock is perfect for me.”

I pulled him onto the bed. We rolled across its width as we kissed and embraced. His nipples were full and sensitive. I rolled them between my fingers before taking them with my lips and sucking them into my mouth. His hands pressed me to his tits as my tongue swaddled first one, then the other. I broke free and proceeded downward as I pressed him to the mattress with one hand.

“I want you to just lie there, Babe.” I kissed the tender crease of his groin where the nerves are gathered close to the surface. He twitched beneath each kiss. “I just want to love you all over.”

Somehow through our tumbling passion, he had retained his underwear. They were sleek and glossy silver, and his straining cock was outlined beneath the sheen, the cockhead visible and sloppy with pre-cum. My fingertips played up and down the shaft, then across the pliant flesh of the crown. The stain spread. With a fingertip, I captured it beneath the fabric and rubbed it across the cumhole, causing the stain to grow and gush. His breath caught. His pelvis craned.

I peeled off his underwear and chucked them across the room as I crawled between his legs. His bare cock was as I imagined it, firm and throbbing, almost six inches long. I kissed the base of his shaft, nibbling at his flesh. My mouth leaked saliva profusely as I traced my lips up the ridge to the electric nodule of nerves beneath the crown, teasing it with my tongue.

My lips surrounded his cockhead. I lapped at the plush tissue as more cum leaked from the tip. I raised a hand and slathered my fingertips with saliva, then lowered it between his thighs to the rosebud of his ass. Ethan moaned and spread his cheeks for me. As I swaddled his soft cockhead, my slick fingers stroked his tender fundament. I teased the edges. His sphincter danced to the sensations, flexing tight, then opening wide, then opening even wider.

I raised those fingers back to the tip of his cock that was slippery with my slobber and his pre-cum. I gathered the slick juices, then returned them to his ass. As I stroked his rosebud, I sucked his cock slowly to the hilt. He moaned and craned upward, impaling his manhood deep into my throat while capturing my fingertips in the vise between his cheeks.

I paused between urgent sucks to slather more juice on my fingertips. Then my fingers sought deeper flesh. His ass convulsed in pleasure, luring my finger into him. With his cockhead ensconced in my throat, my finger finally garnered passage. Ethan gasped and his moans were a plea for my finger to penetrate further. I found the spot and he let loose a moan of pleasure.

I continued to suck his cock to the hilt as my finger began to strum his gland. His breath was fevered and broken. I adored both cock and ass in a unity of carnal sensation. His hips rocked in rhythm. The heat of his molten lust rose. My mouth let loose of his cock. His head was thrown back atop his pillow when I called his name. He looked down, eyes clouded with passion, and met my gaze.

“I want it, Ethan. I want tüyap escort your sweetness.” My finger stroked deep inside him and I kissed his engorged cockhead. “Will you give it to me, Babe? Give me your sweet cum?”

His eyes bulged with lust and his gaping mouth gasped “Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, Please.”

I sucked his cock with even more fervor as he undulated and bucked between my lips and my probing finger. Suddenly, his body arched upward, taut. His face reddened. His breath caught. Then he erupted into my mouth, convulsing as he unleashed spasm after spasm of thick, juicy cum. I hoovered every drop greedily, allowing nothing to escape.

Ethan collapsed with his cock still in my mouth. My finger continued to massage his gland as the last of his splooge drained out. I drew my tight lips slowly up his shaft causing him to whimper and shake, finally reaching his cumhole, still sucking until satisfied I had every last drop. Then I released his manhood. My head fell onto his thigh as my finger withdrew with a plop.

For a long time, I lay there. His beautiful cock hung flaccid and spent. His breathing stilled. I looked up and watched as he drifted within the reverie of spent passion. He seemed asleep when I finally lifted my head.

“Where are you …?” he pleaded.

“Shhh.” I kissed his pliant cock. “I’ll be right back.”

As I rinsed my hand in his bathroom sink, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I could swear I glowed. “Now that was fun,” I said to myself.

I heard a drawer open and close in the bedroom behind me and guessed Ethan was retrieving his lube. I brought the hand towel with me as I turned off the bathroom light and caught Ethan with his hand between his legs preparing himself. He smiled sweetly as I neared with my stiff cock proudly before me. He rolled over and took it in his mouth, sucking me slow and deep before slathering my manhood with lube. I handed him the towel. He cleaned his hand.

We kissed as I slowly lay atop him. His legs spread wide to accept me, then clamped around my waist, imprisoning me within a wanton embrace. Our eyes locked in a swimming gaze when I pressed my cock against his portal. I saw him wince and heard his soft whimper as I entered. Then his eyes became hungry again and yearning. I pressed gently deeper and his green irises gaped wider revealing something deeper within. Leaning down, we kissed softly, soulfully. He relaxed as we shared a breath, then he kegeled his core around my cock, urging me deeper. We moaned as one as I sank into him, eyes gaping at the sublime pleasure of union. When I could enter no further I paused. Our uttermost selves connected and currents of soulfulness cascaded through our eyes.

I withdrew. He clenched to retain me. I plunged slowly back. He raised his hips to meet me. We kissed again. Slowly, deeply, we fucked as our tongues winnowed tighter. My thrusts were met by his cloying, undulating tightness. My pace gradually quickened. I broke our kiss, sucking air, and buried my face against his neck. With each thrust, my loins grew hotter. My breathing became grunts that were echoed by his groans. I felt his cock stiffen anew beneath me. His nape became sloppy with my kisses. I moved faster as his hips urged me on. My lips moved up his cheek and back to his mouth. I felt the goo of his precum spread between us as my cock massaged his gland. I rose onto my elbows to hunch him deeper. My cockhead pressed against his tightness. I could see the flash in his eyes each time it crossed his spot.

“I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.”

“Don’t try. Give it to me, Marc.”

“Oh god … you feel so … fucking good …”

His eyes were flush with passion. I felt the hot spunk rising from my loins. I clenched tightly against the flow.

“Don’t try, Babe,” he said. “Give it to me. I want it.” My thrusts became percussive. “Breed me. Breed me, please.”

I erupted like never before. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed from me. I wanted only to be deeper, deeper seeking his soul. I felt contractions within him in harmony with my own. His piercing whimper rang in my ear. Spasms of hot passion convulsed my loins, again and again. Finally, my arms gave way and I collapsed atop this beautiful man, spent, sated, with nothing left to give.

Time passed. How much, I don’t know. Slowly I revived to discover myself fully splayed atop Ethan. I raised up.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I must have been crushing you.”

“No. I love the feeling of your body on mine.”

My cock had already withered free of him as I rolled off and lay by his side. I was trapped in the aura of those green eyes. He smiled with contentment.

I finally said, “That was … amazing. You are an astonishingly beautiful man.”

“Me?” Ethan said incredulously. “You made me cum twice.”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“The second time, together. In perfect, passionate sync with you. That is the sign of a stellar fuck. You, my dear Marc, are one hell of a lover.”

We kissed again. Finally, Ethan said, “We’re both a mess. Let’s grab a shower together.”

His shower was easily big enough to accommodate us both. We soaped, caressed, and kissed until the hot water ran out. Then we toweled off with luxurious care and emerged from the bathroom with the cleanest ass and cock in town.

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