BARTE THORNTON By Lee Mariner April 2002
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional fantasy involving homosexual acts between adult males. All characters are fictional and any similarity with persons living of deceased is purely coincidental and unintended.
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THE BEGINNING
I was working as a salesperson in the men's clothing and accessories department of John Wanamaker's when I met Barte Thornton. He was the type that had an almost hypnotic charisma that filled a room when he walked in.
It had been a pretty slow day for a Friday and I was up for the next customer that might walk in when I saw him coming up the steps to the mezzanine floor where men's apparel was. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he reached the top step and stood for a moment before walking down the aisle to where I was standing.
He stood about 6' and maybe weighed 165 or 170 lbs. with blue/black hair closely trimmed and groomed. He looked like he might be 25yrs old. He had a square jaw with full succulent red lips and ice blue eyes. He was dressed in light tan slacks and a pale green chiffon shirt with a rust colored suede jacket. Tasseled cordovan loafers finished his ensemble; it was impeccably matched and fit as if tailored for him. His stride was almost cat moving smoothly across the marble floor. His eyes had held mine since he had reached the top step and I could feel a warmth in my groin that spread upwards throughout my body. The other guys looked at me and one of them said, "your up Josh" but my legs wouldn't respond as he approached stopping just in front of me.
"Would one of you care too help me? I'm looking for a calf skin jacket in black."
I finally managed to speak; "we have some over here sir, if you will come with me."
His voice had a light Irish brogue and a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth as he spoke.
"What size and style would you be looking for Mr... I'm sorry sir, I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't give it but it's Thornton, Barte Thornton." He said his eyes laughing. "I want an Eisenhower style in calfskin as I said with a black silk or nylon lining in a 44.
I searched through the racks but there were no 44's that I could find. He had been going through another rack and found his size holding it up looking at it.
The Eisenhower style has become very popular Mr. Thornton, I'm glad you found your size. Would you care to try it on?"
"I couldn't find one in New York last week and was hoping you had them. Macy's or Strawbridge's neither one had my size or the lining I wanted. Hold my jacket for me will you please."
He removed his suede jacket and the muscles rippled under his tight shirt. His chest was thick and broad with sculpted cut pectoral muscles. Smooth sinewy neck and shoulder muscles with hard lean biceps and forearms. Thick ripped abs were visible under the tight shirt material and a very narrow waist. Slipping the jacket on he snapped it shut at the waist and zipped it up halfway turning to look into a full-length mirror. Even with tan slacks he was stunning and his eyes looked back at me from the mirror smiling.
"I'll take it Mr...."
"Morrison Mr. Thornton. Josh Morrison. It looks great on you."
"Just want I have been wanting. Would you charge it to my account and have it sent to the Palmer House off Rittenhouse Square?"
"I'm afraid it won't be delivered until Monday sir. I'm afraid if you want it earlier perhaps you should take it with you."
"That's a little inconvenient Josh, I'm on my way to an engagement and I'm late now. I won't be in until later this evening and I did want the jacket for later tonight."
"I get off at 9:30 Mr. Thornton and my apartment is on Spruce St. I could drop it by for you on my way home since the Palmer is only a block over."
"I can't ask you to do that Josh, but I appreciate the offer. I'll take it with me as inconvenient as it will be. I do want it for later."
He looked at me with his ice blue eyes and I knew I was going to deliver it for him.
"It's no problem at all, I walk almost right by the Palmer and it would be a pleasure."
"I really appreciate your help Josh, thanks a lot. I'm in suite 400 and I should be home before you get there. Come on up and we can have a drink together."
The remainder of the afternoon and evening crawled by. I had my dinner break in the employee's lunchroom but Barte's lilting Irish brogue was running through my head like an Irish melody. I couldn't keep my cock from swelling every time I remembered what he looked like. I kept fantasizing about what it would be like if he and I could spend the rest of the weekend together.
After what seemed like an eternity, the closing bells rang and we put things away. Customers knew we closed at 9PM so many had already left the store except for the usual hangers on that seem to always take their time regardless of the fact that it was yours they were wasting.
My department closed quickly and we turned the lights out pulling the extension gates across the top of the steps. I had the shopping bag that contained Bartes jacket with the sales slip that I showed telling the guard I was going to drop it off for a customer on my way home. I punched the clock, leaving through the employee's entrance on 13th St. The night was cool but I still intended on going to the Westbury Bar after I got home, showered, shaved and changed clothes into something more suitable for the evening.
Instead of taking Spruce St. to where my apartment was I walked on Chestnut St. That would bring me a little closer and I wouldn't have to double back but could drop off the jacket and be in my place in just a few minutes. Rittenhouse Square was one of the hottest cruising spots in Philadelphia but it was a little cool for sitting on the benches waiting for people walking their dogs. Dogs were always the best icebreaker if someone caught your eye and vice versa.
The Palmer House sat right on the square and I had heard that the suites that faced the square were always rented. Guests could almost cruise the square from their rooms by using field glasses. I had never been in the place, too expensive for me but I didn't even question whey Barte was staying there. It seemed natural that he would and I had noticed that his account at the store had no limit on it when I charged the jacket to it.
I went inside and told the clerk at the rather ornate check in desk that I had a delivery for Mr. Thornton in suite 400. He dialed a number and I could see his lips moving as he was talking with someone. Replacing the received he turned facing me.
"Go right up sir, Mr. Thornton is expecting you. The elevators are over to your right."
From what I could see, the lobby was decorated in a burnished gold with red damask drapes and potted plants placed at the proper intervals. The carpet was a plush, very deep almost burgundy color with golden fleur de leis. There was no sound as the elevator moved up its shaft opening at the 4th floor. A small brass plate opposite the elevator doors indicated the direction of Barte's suite. Reaching the entrance too the suite I started to knock when the door opened silently. Barte stood inside holding the door in one hand and a cigarette in the other with what appeared to be a crystal goblet containing an amber liquid. He was wearing a dark blue brocaded dressing gown loosely tied at the waist and was barefooted. His hair glistened under the overhead lights as if it was damp and his eyes flashed.
"Come on in Josh, I really appreciate you doing this for me. What can I offer you?"
"Just a light scotch and soda Mr. Thornton, I can't stay very long."
"Please Josh, call me Barte. Can't stay, I was hoping you had a few minutes. Do you have plans for this evening?"
He handed me the drink in a duplicate crystal goblet. The robe belt slipped and the folds of the gown fell open slightly showing he was naked. He didn't seem to attempt to close if very quickly as he sat his drink down. I had a good look at his magnificently muscled swimmers body. Thick black pubic hair surrounded a long thick uncut cock resting on full large balls. He saw me gaping at him as he closed the gown and picked up his drink.
Barte looked at me with his icy blue eyes drilling into mine.
"Are you sure you can't stay for at least one more drink Josh?" He said glancing down at my now full crotch.
"I've got to be getting home Barte. It's been a long day and I need a good hot shower and some fresh clothes. I'll be meeting some friends at the Westbury a little later if you would like to drop in for a drink with us."
It was as if a light dimmed in his eyes for a second. Breathing in quickly he looked at me again.
"Maybe I can make it Josh, might be fun. How late will you be there?"
"We usually close it at 2AM and then get some breakfast somewhere."
"Sounds like fun. Let me see what I can work out and I might just be able to make it."
I finished the drink he had made in one gulp and set the glass on the bar as he opened the door. I left without another word being said. He smiled as I passed him and then closed the door.
In the elevator I kicked myself for not taking him up on his very obvious overture but I was really just a little shaken by how quick he came on. That was unusual in the circles I lived in. I wondered, for a moment, what he had to check out at that time of the night when I suggested meeting at the Westbury but I put it out of my mind. * * * * * *
I hurried out of the hotel for the short walk to my apartment on Spruce. The temperature seemed to have dropped another degree or two and there was dampness in the air. September could be funny that way in Philadelphia. There weren't very many people out in the Square as I skirted it but then it was late and the weather was a factor in reducing the numbers.
My apartment is a second floor walkup and I had had digital combination locks installed after renting it doing away with the key lock. People moved in and out of apartments and there was always the chance someone would have a duplicate key if I didn't change the locks. The apartment was warm when I entered and felt good. The place wasn't very large; as apartments go only a single bedroom with living room, eat in kitchen and bath. The rooms were big except for the bedroom and ran from front to rear of the building. The living room was the width of the building with a small hallway to the back, bedroom and bath off of the hallway and the kitchen again the full width of the building. I was lucky finding something so close in too center city with most things within walking distance. Trying to have a car in center city Philadelphia was an exercise in futility what with a total lack of parking space other then on the streets.
I made myself a quick mug of herb tea and took it into my bedroom sipping as I walked. I hadn't made the bed and it looked just a bit sloppy but I thought, "what the hell its just me here". I stripped laying my clothes across the unmade bed and taking another swig of the tea and started for the bath and a hot shower.
Glancing in the full-length mirror I had on one wall of the bedroom, I stopped. I saw the reflection of a good-looking virile young man, 24 years old. Light sandy hair with hazel eyes and a smooth well proportioned body. Not muscular but nicely defined and unblemished muscles stretched over a 6' frame. Large brownish tits on each breast with dark nipples and a hard flat stomach with ample almost golden pubic hair. A better than average endowment of 7 cut inches rested on large full balls. A small waist with hard ass cheeks and thighs muscular from swimming ending in smooth well turned calves and average feet. I ran my hands over what I considered a really nice body and I worked to keep it that way in the gym. Not ripped and sculpted as Barte from what I had seen but nothing to be ashamed of.
It was getting late and I showered quickly wishing I could linger a little longer and drain the juice from my aching nuts but hopefully that would be taken care of later, I had the entire weekend off.
Since I had been working in the men's department, I had acquired a pretty nice wardrobe and selected washed out Bugle Boy jeans with a white Greg Parry collarless pullover. White Nikes and my dark blue lined Munsingwear windbreaker finished it off. I had splashed a little Aramis cologne on after shaving. I tossed the clothes I had taken off into the clothes hamper and straightened the bed linens out before leaving.
The walk to the bar seemed a little short and I found myself wondering if Barte would be there or maybe come in later. "Damn" I thought "why in hell did I run instead of staying with him when I had the chance."
The Westbury is not a large bar as gay bars go but it was cozy and had an air of intimacy. The music was not so loud you couldn't talk normally and usually you could find a seat at either the bar or at one of the several tables and booths. An opaque glass door to the gay friendly hotel of the same name connected it. I liked it over the larger noisy bars. There did not seem to be that many people and I took a seat on a stool at the far end of the oval bar. I usually did if one was available, you could see the door and check who came in without turning and craning your neck.
"Little late tonight Josh, what will it be, the usual?"
"You got it Ray, nice and cold. Where's everyone at?"
Ray had been the bartender for as long as I had been coming into the bar. He was in his mid 30's with the beginnings of salt & pepper at his temples. Nice smooth facial lines and brown eyes that matched his hair with wide shoulders and muscled chest. He had a small waist and in overall good shape. Ray was a man in his prime and very confident of himself. I had been to bed with him once and he was more then adequate as a lover, knowing what buttons to push and not in a hurry. He didn't talk much in bed, or anytime for that matter, he let his hands and lips do that for him. Ray let you know he appreciated being with you and you both were going to enjoy the time spent together.
Ray set my Miller Lite on the bar with a glass and looked at me with both hands resting against the inner lip of the bar.
"People have been drifting in and out ever since I came on Josh. You looking for anyone in particular tonight?"
"I'm not sure Ray, I met him this afternoon at the store. He said me might see me here but he didn't sound sure."
"If he stands you up he has got to be nuts. Holler when you need another one."
Ray moved down the bar taking care of other customers. I couple of guys I knew came up and said hello with a little chit chat about the weather and all the tricks staying in where it was warm instead of coming out. The usual bar chat with nothing serious. One of the guys had a really nice body and the right equipment and all but he was like a fucking rabbit in bed. He gave me the eye like he wanted a rematch and hung behind me every now and then pushing his crotch against my ass. When I turned sideways he shrugged and moved away.
I asked Ray for another Miller and as he was setting it on the bar, the outside door opened. Barte stepped inside dressed completely in black. He was wearing the new jacket with brushed black leather pants and boots. The jacket was snapped shut but not zipped showing the black pullover he was wearing. I'm not into leather but I felt a surge in my groin as he stood there his eyes surveying the bar. Ray turned following the direction of my eyes and then moved down the bar.
Barte spotted me and smiled as he walked to where I was sitting. He exuded sex and every eye was on him as he glided across the floor too where I was.
"Mind if I join you? I was hoping you would be here. Josh."
"I told you I would and no, I don't mind. What would you like to drink?"
"I'll have brandy if they have it."
I nodded in Ray's direction and he came over his eyes scanning Barte. There was no emotion just the digesting of the appearance of another customer but I bet he was filing everything he saw away.
"Ray, Barte. He would like a brandy."
Ray didn't extend his hand like he usually did, just asked "any particular brand you would like Barte?"
"I doubt you carry Napoleon. What other brands would you have?"
"We do have Napoleon at $10.00 a snifter if that's what you want."
I detected a slight edge in Ray's voice and that was not like him at all, it bothered me just a little. If Barte noticed it, he didn't show it.
"I'll have a snifter then please."
Ray walked away and Barte pulled a stool closer sitting beside me. I could smell the aroma of an unknown expensive cologne as he sat there his blue eyes flashing as he watched Ray walk away from us.
"Not a very pleasant fellow is he Josh?"
"You know bartenders Barte, they have good and bad days. This might be one of Ray's bad ones. What is that cologne you're wearing? I've never smelled anything like it."
"It's not sold in the states Josh. I pick it up whenever I'm in Europe. It's Turkish Musk, very subtle and not overpowering like so many of the colognes made be Calvin Klein and others. I'll let you have a bottle of it if you would like it."
Barte was sitting facing me and his hand was moving very slowly up and down the inside of my thigh his eyes looking into mine as he spoke.
"I was disappointed you couldn't stay earlier Josh but seeing you now is exciting. You look so much better dressed like this and not in a grungy business suit."
I could feel my guts melting as his hand moved closer and closer to where my hard cock had stretched down the inside of my leg. I was breathing a little heavier and he didn't take his eyes from.
Barte moved his hand when Ray returned with his brandy. He picked it up and ran the glass beneath his nose inhaling before taking a sip sitting the glass down on the bar.
"That's $10 bucks." Ray said again with the slight hard edge in his tone.
Barte reached inside of the leather jacket and drew out a $50. "Sorry all I have is a $50 with me."
"No problem bud." Ray took the bill and returned with two $20's glancing at me as he put them in front of Barte.
I saw a faint questioning flicker in his eyes before he turned and went to other customers at the bar.
"Have you known the bartender very long Josh? He does seem a little surly for dealing with the public."
"Only from coming in here." I lied. There was no reason he should know Ray and I had been in bed before.
My cock was still throbbing as I looked at his profile, it was classic. There was a faint hint of Michelangelo's statue of David in the smooth lines of his face. The body I already knew matched the statue except David's endowment was much smaller then what I had seen earlier. Every time he spoke with that Irish brogue, he words dripped sex. I had met good-looking men before but Barte had a charisma that reached out and pulled you too him. He had an arrogance that came from knowing who he was and what he wanted but he did not seem to push himself on you. The erotic feelings that rushed through me told me I wanted him and he knew I did. I was trying to be nonchalant but not succeeding. I drained the last of my beer and looked for Ray to order another when I felt his hand squeezing my thigh.
"Why don't we get out of here and go back to the Palmer? I know we would be a lot more comfortable."
Ray had seen me finish my beer and started to pull another from the cold case. I nodded my head negatively as Bart and I stood up. Barte left most of his brandy on the bar and turned too the door. Ray nodded his head and beckoned for me. Barte stopped with his hand on the door crash bar as I leaned over where Ray was standing.
"Be careful Josh. He's dangerous."
Before I could ask what he meant, he turned away. I shrugged and left with Barte.
"What did he say as we were leaving Josh?"
"Just told me to have a good time." I lied again not sure why I felt I needed to.
The walk to the Palmer House was quick and we were in Bartes suite before I realized it. He took his jacket off throwing it in one of the chairs as he went to the bar.
"You were drinking Miller Lite I think weren't you. I'll join you in one."
The black pullover and brushed black leather pants seemed to enhance the perfection of his body. Smooth muscles rippled as he moved and his biceps hardened as he untwisted the caps on the bottles. I could see a pronounced bulge in his crotch and wondered if he was wearing jockey or boxer shorts. I hadn't seen it before but he had a tribal tattoo bracelet around the bicep of his left arm just below the tight short sleeve of his shirt. I didn't object to tattoo's but didn't have any myself. This one on Barte only made him more masculine as it seemed to interlock the symbols as his bicep flexed.
"Josh, will you excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back."
Barte disappeared into the bedroom carrying his beer with him. I looked around the sitting room, it had more space than my entire apartment and I wondered what the rent was. The room was furnished in masculine browns and tans with several Corinthian leather chairs and couches. The carpet was a thick dark brown with what looked like a Chinese puzzle design in the center in contrasting hues of gold, tan, and dark red. There was a huge mirror where the built in wet bar had been strategically placed that reflected the entire room. I was looking in the mirror when Barte came back in the room.
He had changed and was dressed in a sheer white linen robe that had black borders. The robe only covered him; it did not cover what was underneath. Every curve, every line of his body was clearly visible and his cock swung like a pendulum from side to side as he walked. The soft room lights seemed to create a golden aura about him as he moved to where I was standing, his icy blue eyes watching me. The only muscle in my body that responded was my cock thickening and sliding down my pants leg again as it hardened. I was so entranced that my beer started slipping from my hand and I grabbed it.
I was so enthralled at seeing him I know my mouth must have been hanging open but I managed to gasp, "My God Barte, you are fantastic. God but you're gorgeous." I stood fixed in one spot as my eyes devoured the absolutely fantastic vision that he was. I had never seen a man as magnificent in my short gay life.
Barte removed the beer from my fingers and sitting it on the bar with his he turned towards me not 2" from me smiling.
"Why don't you get comfortable Josh? I know you would feel better in this other robe I brought for you."
I didn't notice he had been carrying another robe over his arm when he like appeared from the bedroom, it was a duplicate of the one he had draped over his broad shoulders the belt loosely tied. The sheerness of the cloth only seemed to make his body look more perfect and desirable.
"Sit over there and take your shoes off and let me undress you."
I had already taken my jacket off and I sat down removing my Nikes. Barte stood close as I was removing my shoes and I could see his cock had lengthened slightly but it still looked huge in a semi flaccid state. Standing again, he moved close and put his arms around me pulling us together as his lips sought mine in a tantalizingly soft kiss. His tongue flicked over my lips and I could feel his hands exploring my back muscles as I opened my mouth accepting his tongue in a battle with mine. The passion was building in both of us and I felt the hardness of his cock pressing against mine. As he pulled my shirt over my head, I unsnapped the jeans and pushed them down over my hips taking my jockeys with them. He had withdrawn his hips slightly as I pushed my clothes down and when my cock sprang free from its confinement he ground his groin against me his hands holding my ass cheeks tight as he crushed our cocks together.
His eyes were filled with lust as they bore into mine. I could feel the immensity of his cock as he drove it into my crotch pressing him even tighter against me his hard muscled arms holding us tight. My breathing had become ragged and my cock ached pressed against his rock hard abdominal muscles. I felt as if he had sucked the life out of me with his passionate kisses. Barte did not say a word during the time we were exploring each others bodies, his eyes and hands were telling me what he wanted and I responded equally as he guided us into the bedroom.
I was so horny and hot that I didn't pay any attention to the room except it had a large over King size bed that seemed to swallow us as we lay on it. He covered my body with his as his tongue and lips drove me crazy with desire and need. Twice he sucked my cock bringing me almost over the edge and then he would release me kissing me softly as the urgency slipped away. The need for my nuts to empty was killing me but I was in a euphoric stupor and let him do what he wanted. It didn't matter that he had not offered himself to me once during his sexual onslaught. I was floating in the clouds over Olympus the delight of ecstatic shock waves washing over me. Barte had touched and kissed me in all of the nerve numbing secret spots he had found as he explored every nook and cranny of me and I felt like I was on fire about ready to explode if I didn't cum soon.
In the sex, lust filled recesses of my mind; I heard a knocking sound and Barte leave the bed with a muffled curse. I watched him leave the room closing the door behind him. Lifting my self up on my elbows, I looked around the room and saw 4 video cameras sitting up on tripods the lenses aimed at the bed. One camera was located at each corner of the bed but there was no light indicating they had been on while we had been in bed. There was another wet bar in the room and several chairs sitting around. It was like a small theatre and that realization made me sit bolt upright. Suddenly Ray's warning flashed through my head, "he's dangerous."
I jumped out of the bed looking for my clothes and remembered they were in the other room. I saw the blue robe Barte had worn earlier when I delivered his jacket and I put it on walking to the door naked and barefooted with the robe around me. Reaching for the knob I heard muffled voices but I could make out what was being said.
"Is he ready Barte. From what you have said he must be fantastic. George and I had been waiting for you to get back from Europe and invite us over."
"Don't worry Gregory, he is as hot as a firecracker. For a $1000 and hour you will get more then your money's worth. He's waiting inside and the videos are set up. Remember they cost $2000 for each copy you want. Josh is over 18 so there is no problem with being a minor. Let me get his clothes and things in the bedroom for the visual effects and give me 5 minutes before you come in. The chairs are set up, I'll set the cameras on automatic and we will be in bed. Remember 5 minutes after I get inside."
"Will we get anything other then just a show Barte? I want my cock sucked as well as watching you and what's his name fucking and sucking each other. Do you think he'll let us fuck him for more money?"
"We'll have to see about that George. We don't want to push him too far the first time. If he is as good as I think he is going to be, there might be repeat shows later. Who knows maybe in Europe as well? 5 minutes now."
In the silence that followed, I felt like every ounce of my strength had left my body. I felt shamed and violated by what I had heard. I couldn't believe what I had heard; Barte was selling himself and me. Where I had just felt drained, a rage filled me as I waited for him to come back into the bedroom.
I took Bartes robe off and stood naked as he came inside. When he didn't see me in the bed he turned and I hit him as hard as I could on the jaw. He dropped like a wet fish on the floor holding my clothes.
Grabbing my clothes I started dressing cursing him as I put them on, "You lousy son of a bitch, you dirty cocksucking bastard. I came here with you thinking you wanted to be with me and you're going to sell seats and videos of us having sex. No way sucker. Get up from there and I'll bust your fucking head. Goddamn but you're a filthy bastard. You didn't have the guts to ask me if I would do it. No, you had to get me all hot and horny thinking I would go along with you. Christ you must thing everyone falls sucker for you like I almost did."
Barte pleaded with me, "Josh, please. You can make yourself $6 or $7,000 for just a few hours in bed with me. Those men will pay almost anything to watch us having sex together and maybe suck them off later. Christ Josh, what's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong Barte? You ask what's wrong? You didn't have the decenincey too ask me if I would do it. Maybe I would have if you had asked but you didn't trust me. God knows I wanted you bad enough I might have done it but I've never done anything like it and probably would have turned you down. If you want to sell yourself, that's your business. I can't condemn you for that but I do for playing with someone's emotions like you played me, that's wrong."
The rage and shame in me had subsided some and Barte got up moving away from me and sat on the edge of the bed nursing his jaw where I had hit him. He would have a bruise there for a time afterwards. I was fully dressed when the door opened, the 5 minutes had elapsed and the two much older men entered the room. I recognized Gregory Manning and his eyes got so big I thought he was going too run.
"You and your friend come on in Mr. Manning, don't worry, no one is going to find out about this. Barte made a mistake bringing me here."
"Damn Josh, I didn't connect the name when he mentioned it outside. I didn't know you were into this."
"I'm not Mr. Manning, I just said Barte made a mistake tonight. I'm surprised that you are though."
"Gregory, you and Josh know each other?" Barte said from where he was sitting on the bed his robe open revealing that magnificent body and his very flaccid cock.
"Mr. Manning is a customer at the store and also the Vice-President where I bank. We've seen each other several times haven't we?"
"Oh yes we know each other Barte. Josh is the main reason I visit Wanamaker's hoping he will give me a tumble but doubt it will happen now, too bad."
The situation had calmed down some and Barte got up closing his robe. The man named George hadn't said a word while we were talking, just stood listening before he spoke.
"I guess this means the deal is off then. No show, no sex right."
"If you mean with me in, you are right. What you work out with Barte is up to him. As for me, I'm going back to the Westbury and if I'm lucky a man that wants me for me will be there."
I started to leave brushing past Gregory Manning and he took my arm squeezing my bicep as he whispered, "are you sure you won't change your mind Josh? I'd love just seeing you in bed making love too yourself."
"Come by the store Mr. Manning, I have a couple of suits that you might like." I saw a faint smile on his face as I left the room.
Because of the hour, there was no one at the desk as I left the Palmer House. The main doors were locked but a smaller side door was used at night and pushing on the panic bar it opened.
I stepped out of the door and stood under the burgundy canopy in the crisp night air for a minute breathing in deep sucking the cold air into my lungs. I was still horny but I felt better. I checked my watch and it was not quite 1AM, the damp mist had changed into a very light drizzle. Turning the collar up on my jacket I headed back to the Westbury at a brisk walk, the streets almost empty except for a few cruising cars that would pull up beside the curb the drivers old and young showing their hard cocks hoping you would get in. Most of the younger drivers were jailbait and could even be plants by the police. I never did figure out how the cops could get away with that kind of entrapment but they did.
Ray was behind the bar washing glasses and glanced up as I came inside. He shook the water from his hands and with a quick dry on a towel he pulled a Miller Lite from the case and carried it to the end of the bar where I always sat.
I lifted my buns up on the stool accepting the beer. He didn't say anything, just stood there with a soft look in his eyes.
Taking a long pull at the beer, I sighed looking back at him, "seems like there are leprechauns in Ireland Ray but not all of them lead you to hidden treasures. At least not the kind you hope for."
Ray smiled and moved to the other end of the bar taking care of another customer of the 6 that were still in the bar hoping. The young fellows had already left and the older ones left were probably waiting in vain or they might pair up with each other. The guy that Ray had served a beer looked at me longingly but I averted my eyes. You could see he was just a notch above being homeless and needing a place to flop hopefully with a warm body. I felt a little sorry for him, the thought going through my mind that "but for the grace of God, there go I."
Ray sat another beer before me replacing the empty. I was thinking about what had happened and realized that there had been some exciting moments when Barte was teasing me, lifting me up close to a cataclysmic climax and then allowing me to drop off. God but that had felt like my nuts were trying to escape through the head of my cock and when he carried me to those heights again I thought my body was going to explode with the intensity of the urge to reach my climax. He had squeezed the base of my cock that time stretching my nuts with the other hand preventing the sperm from gushing up and out of the head of my blood engorged cock. Talk about taking your breath away, that was something I had never felt before. Barte was good at getting you really turned on.
Maybe, just maybe if he had asked me beforehand I might have gone along with him and given those men a real trip into the voyeuristic world they enjoyed. There wasn't really anything vulgar about it, two young healthy horny guys having sex with someone watching. Pretty much like looking at porn videos of muscle bound guys having sex and you jerking off at the same time with them.
The thought flashed in my mind that maybe Manning wouldn't be that bad in bed. He was nice looking with full silver hair and blue eyes. I had seen him half stripped when he tried on trousers in the store and he had a solid body for someone probably in his early 60's. For a second I was hoping he would come into the store to check on the suits I had mentioned when I left him.
I sat there with all different thoughts running through my head and must have been off in a fog. Ray was standing in front of me again.
"Getting ready to close Josh, you want one more beer before I close the cash register?"
"I can think of something I want more than another beer Ray."
"Well, I don't know much about leprechauns Josh but I do know a home grown type that's available if you're interested in his treasures."
"Do you think he might be interested in going to bed with a fairy?"
"Don't see why not Josh. Let me get this place closed and maybe we can find out."
The intense urge in my groin increased as I watched Ray move back to the cash register with the same grace that Barte had. I knew the night was not going to be wasted as I rubbed my hand over the hardness lying alongside of my thigh.
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