Jake and I

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After four years of marriage to my high school sweetheart, I was divorced and living in a new city (Miami). Sex with my wife was OK but I had these near constant feelings about how it would be to have sex with another man. I grew up Lowell, MA. As a teenager when I was home alone I would get naked and put on my older sister’s bra and panties. I would fill the bra cups with balled up panty hose, then stand in front of a full length mirror and admire myself. Masturbation soon followed. When my sister went away to college and took all of her lingerie with her, my dress-up afternoons ended. I tried once to do this again with my wife’s things but she was too petite and her things didn’t fit. I thought about buying some in my size but I feared that my wife would somehow find them.Now living in Miami I decided to explore the other side. One Wednesday night I drove up to Ft. Lauderdale. Once there, I used my cell to call a cab company. I asked the dispatcher for the location of a gay bar. Without comment or hesitation she gave me an address. I punched the info into my GPS and drove. I was nervous as hell as I walked into a gay bar for the first time in my life.I waited by the door for my eyes to adjust the dim lighting. I surveyed the room and the patrons. The furnishings were upscale. Nothing cheap here. The men (no women) were, for the most part, upscale as well. Some wore jackets and Anadolu Yakası Escort ties. There were two gorgeous CDs at the bar and a few muscle boys.I found a small table for two in a corner from where I could see the entire room.I ordered a diet soda from cute young guy in short shorts and a white blouse unbuttoned and tied at the midriff.I was looking in the direction of the entrance when a familiar face walked in. It was Jake from my office. Jake, I had learned, was a real ladies man. But here he was in a gay bar nearly thirty miles from his home. What was he doing here? The question was answered when my cute server handed him a drink that he had not ordered then kissed Jake full on the lips.I kept my head down, not wanting Jake to see me here. When he went toward the restroom I put a ten spot under my drink and bolted for the door.Outside, I half ran to my car. As I drove home I thought, what am I running from? Jake was in that gay bar too, just as I was.The next morning, as luck would have it, I ran into Jake at the coffee maker. We exchanged good mornings. He gave no indication that he had seen me the night before.Later that day Jake stuck his head in my office. “Hey, newbie, you a Pats fan?””Sure, isn’t everyone?””No, not in Miami. Listen, you’re invited to a game party at my place Sunday. Come and watch the Fins kick some Patriots Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan butt.””The game is at four, you in?””Sure”He handed me a card with his home address and phone number on the back”There’ll be beer. If you want wine, BYO. Three thirty, no sooner, I’ll be busy”.At three forty-five on Sunday I entered the lobby of Jake’s condo. Security signed me in and pointed to the elevators that took me to the twelfth floor. When I got to his unit the door was open. I called out and walked in. Jake shouted back to close the door and that I was the last to arrive.Inside, watching the big screen were black Jim, white Jim and Kevin. All from the office and I later learned, all played on the office softball team. As did Jake. The Jims and Kevin were holding bottles of beer. Jake had white wine and I had brought a bottle of Bordeaux.It was a fun afternoon even though I was the butt of the jokes since the Dolphins were having their way with the Pats and won easily. The conversation went from sex to politics to the game, to sex and other sports and back to sex. Kevin said the he was exploring going to Yankee fantasy camp next year. That got a big laugh. White Jim’s fantasy was to fuck Joanie, the leggy red head with the nice rack. She was new to the office and white Jim wanted to be the first to nail her. The others laughed at what Escort Anadolu Yakası his wife would have to say about that.White Jim’s wife must have been watching the game at home, since the minute the game ended, his cell rang. She wanted to know when he was coming home. They rode together, so black Jim had to leave as well. Next it was Kevin’s wife. Same thing. Kevin apologized for booking. I told him to go ahead. I would help Jake clean up. The dishwasher was loaded and the tables and bar wiped down in minutes. Jake poured the last of our wine and took a seat at the bar. I sat in an overstuffed chair.Jake began to chuckle.”What?””If Jim got ever got a shot at that redhead he’d chicken out. And Kevin talking about fantasy camp. That’s because he hasn’t run it by his wife yet.”Here was my chance to get bold. “I’ve got a fantasy””What’s that?””Well, I’m sitting in chair like this one and a guy walks up and stands in front of me. I reach out and rub his crotch. Then I go for his belt buckle…””Whoa, whoa, why are you telling me this shit?” I had been looking down until now. I looked up and right at him. “I saw you at a bar in Lauderdale Wednesday night.””Oh. Are you going to out me, now?””No””Thanks. Well, go on with your fantasy.””I drop his pants and pull down his underwear and take his penis in my mouth”. Here I pause.Jake says ” Go on, what happens next?” “I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.””Then I guess you would like me to show you the way, is that it? Finish your fantasy, so to speak?””Yes, that’s it.””OK, what kind of underwear is your fantasy guy wearing? Boxers, jockeys, red bikinis? Got to make this fantasy complete” I answer, “white jockeys”Jake slides off the barstool and heads to his bedroom.

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