The real secret he didn’t want to share with John was his interest in guys. After his sexual relationship with Madge had tanked, he had tried acquiring female balling buddies — with Madge’s tacit approval. They had agreed that no extramarital affair would be allowed to undermine their thirty-plus years together. Cuddling and other physical intimacies continued… just not sex. Madge blamed herself, but she just didn’t want to have anything to do with anything sexual.
She understood that Harry had needs and she encouraged him to get them met elsewhere. Certain precautions were required… no pregnancies and no diseases. Otherwise, she didn’t want to know about it.
Although Harry managed to score a few times, he had a very hard time picking up women, which is why he had relied primarily on masturbation. His drive hadn’t fallen off at all. He and Madge had fucked every night, even during her periods, and more than once a night on a regular basis — usually weekends. He was used to that routine and still felt a need for it.
His encounter with Fate was the night he picked the wrong bar.
The place had a good band and reasonable prices, and was full of men and women of varying ages. It took him a while to figure out that the men were hanging with the men and the women were hanging with the women. When he realized his mistake, he called for his check and got ready to go. What stopped him was the guy sitting next to him.
“You in the wrong place?” he asked. Harry turned to look at him. Mid-20’s, medium build, sandy blond hair, not bad looking.
“Uh, yeah…” Harry acknowledged. “Seems I made a mistake.”
“What are you looking for?” the guy asked.
“Companionship of the female variety,” Harry told him. “Which doesn’t look very likely at the moment.”
“You mean sex?” the guy persisted.
“Well, yeah… pretty much,” harry admitted.
“So what’s wrong with a guy?” the guy asked.
“Uh, same sex?” Harry pointed out.
“Ever had a blowjob from a guy?” the guy asked, surprising Harry and making him feel defensive.
“No,” Harry told him emphatically, “and not interested.”
“Why not?” the guy asked. “Mouths and hands don’t really have a sex, unless there’s a beard involved. In fact, a guy knows what’s happening with another man’s body better than a woman… since she’s just using her imagination.”
“You’re telling me a man can give a better blowjob than a woman,” Harry stated. The question was implied in the statement.
“Sometimes,” the guy nodded. “Sometimes not. Guys can be klutzes, too. And some women really know what a guy likes. I’m just sayin’ you shouldn’t write off half the human race if you’re horny and want to get off.”
Harry took a longer look at the man. He seemed pleasant, and wasn’t being pushy. He didn’t even seem to be talking about himself… just men in general. As horny as Harry was, maybe he was making sense. A very little sense… maybe…
“So… what?” Harry asked. “No emotions, no ‘relationship’… just an animal rut and blow your load in some guy’s mouth?”
“It can work like that, yeah,” the guy told him. “Although Glory Holes can be a lot of fun. They’ve got a Gay, Lez and Mix ‘n’ Match here. Depends on what you want.”
“What’s a Mix-and-Match?” Harry thought it sounded weird.
“A mix of guys and girls inside the core,” the guy explained. “You stick your dick in the hole and you don’t know if you’re getting blown by a guy or a girl.”
“And you think I wouldn’t know the difference.” Harry was fairly certain he’d be able to tell the difference.
“You might,” the guy nodded. “The point is, you wouldn’t care. You’d be too busy getting your rocks off.”
“Really…” Harry was skeptical, but a very horny part of him was starting to think it sounded like an interesting one-time deal. It was anonymous, and he’d never have to come back to this bar.
“So what does it cost?” Harry asked the guy.
“They’re strange… they work on a tip system. If you get off but it’s mediocre, then maybe $5. If it was good, maybe $10. If it blew your sox off, maybe $20. It’s completely up to you.
“Or, you could come out back with me and I’d do you for free.”
Harry was surprised… but then again, not. Here was the proposition he’d expected all along.
“You’re hitting on me,” Harry told him, stating the obvious.
“Pretty much,” the guy acknowledged. “Name’s Jimmy, by the way. Like Jimmy the Greek, ‘cuz I like Greek. But I’m not pushing… if you’re interested, you could have a lot of fun.”
“Would you expect a blowjob in return?” Harry asked. It had crossed his mind to find out what all was involved.
“If you wanted,” Jimmy answered. “Or you could fuck me up the ass. Like I said, I like Greek. Not to offend, and… you don’t look like a guy walkin’ around with STD’s, right?”
“Right,” Harry told him. Some part of his body was making the decision for him. Some part that had him tingling and starting to chub up.
“So,” Jimmy asked him, standing up, “ready to get your mind blown?” He fished a bill out of his pocket and tossed it on the bar.
“Among other things,” Harry nodded.
“C’mon,” Jimmy smiled as he nodded towards the door, then headed through the crowd towards it, with Harry in his wake.
* * * * *
Harry took a surreptitious look at his best friend, sitting across from him and wanking, just like he was.
I wish I could tell him, he thought. I just don’t know if he’d freak out or not. I’d hate to blow our friendship just because I like sex with guys…
report John let out a long sigh…
“Man, I don’t know why so many people are uptight about gays or bi’s. If it’s not your thing, you just don’t do it. You don’t have to condemn others who aren’t hurting anybody, you know?”
“Yeah, I do know,” Harry told him, a little surprised that it was John’s opinion. “Seems the older I get, the more ‘live and let live’ I get.”
“I guess hanging around a bunch of bisexual, carefree kids had an effect on me,” John agreed. “I don’t get uptight about gay sex anymore. In fact…” John paused, gauging his best friend’s response. “I’ve found messing around with some of the male kids can be fun. They’re all about raw animal lust, with a lot of exuberance and almost no down time.”
“Oh, yeah…” Harry agreed, trying to figure out how to broach it. “I remember high school and college… non-stop horndog, twenty-four/seven. Wankin’ in the Boys’ Room, wankin’ in the showers… cum contests after lights out in Scouts… a whole lot of stuff we told ourselves was because there weren’t any girls around…”
“Yeah…” John chuckled. “No way we were going to admit that it was raw sexuality and guys were just as interesting as the girls… and a lot more reactive with a lot less work up front. It took me until the kids took over the jacuzzi to admit I’m more omni-sexual than anything else.”
“What’s omni-sexual?” Harry asked. He suspected, but he figured he’d better ask, anyway.
“The rumor is, I’ll fuck anything that will hold still,” John told him with a grin. “Actually, it doesn’t even have to hold still.”
“That’s different,” Harry commented, remembering his buddy from days gone by who was about as hetero Alpha as a guy could get.