This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.
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Part 12
"We're in a gay bar," I yelled over the noise.
"I just noticed that," he yelled in return.
"Do you want to leave," I asked, not wanting to put anymore stress on him.
"No, it seems like a cool place." He turned and walked towards one of the bars and ordered a beer. The bartender smiled and put a bottle in front of him. I looked around and noticed everyone in the area was looking at him. I realized my stomach was knotting up. I walked up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He turned and smiled and made room for me at the bar.
"Want a beer," he asked.
"No thanks, I don't like beer. I will have a cosmopolitan."
"Hey, barkeep, cosmo for my friend," he yelled towards the server. I gave him a look and sat on a stool next to him.
"You are having a really good time aren't you," I asked. Ryan turned to me and looked into my eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I am. I haven't in a long time." I smiled and squeezed his arm and then gave a furtive glance around the bar.
"These guys are drooling over you. You know that?" I made a bit of a confrontational gesture at one of them and turned to my freshly poured drink.
"Yeah, I noticed," he said and laughed. He downed the rest of his beer and ordered another. I sipped my drink and turned to look out on the floor. Hot men of all kinds were grinding and sweating on the dance floor. It had been a long time since I had visited a gay bar of this kind. It was an erotic sight and I began to feel the pulls of passion in my pants.
"Wanna dance," Ryan asked suddenly.
"Um, I guess," I said, regretting the answer as soon as I said it. He grabbed my arm and led me out on the floor. He started dancing to the beat and moved close to me. He was a good dancer and I found myself trying to match his moves as well as I could. He moved close to me and put his hands on my hips. I looked at him with a puzzled look. He smiled in return. We danced for a few more moments before he leaned in and kissed me.
I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. We continued to move as our tongues explored each other's mouths. We ended the kiss to take a breath, and then moved in for another. I pulled him closer to me and we stopped dancing. I kissed him feverishly as I ran my hands down his back. He reached down and rubbed the back of his hand on the bulge in my pants.
"I'm through dancing. Let's go back to the room," he said, taking a short break from the kiss. He kissed me again as I thought about what he said.
"Are you sure," I asked, pulling back to look in his eyes.
"I'm sure," he said and took my hand and led me to the front door. He stepped out in the street, raised his arm and whistled. A cab stopped immediately. We climbed in and told the driver the name of our hotel and started kissing again. We pawed and kissed all the way to the hotel. I started to pay the driver, but he smiled and shook his head no.
"It is on the house. You treated me to a great show," he said as he rubbed the prominent bulge in his pants. I smiled and thanked him and walked with Ryan into the lobby. I looked around and saw that the same clerk was still on duty. I looked at Ryan and sighed.
"I didn't bring any condoms or anything," I whispered.
"Well, we can get some from him," he said as he motioned to the clerk. The clerk had noticed us by now and was watching us intently. I glanced at him and sighed again. "Don't worry. I will handle it." Ryan turned and walked to the desk.
"Is there anything I can do to help you sir," he asked Ryan, but glancing at me.
"Yes. It turns out that I am gay. It came as a big surprise, so we are not prepared for the evening. Is there any way you can help us out?" Ryan spoke very matter-of-fact, and the clerk listened closely. I rolled my eyes and sighed with embarrassment. The clerk looked at me and smiled.
"Why this is unexpected," he said slightly sarcastically, "but I took the liberty of putting together a little care package while you were gone." He reached under the counter and pulled out a small basket. It was filled with condoms, lubricants, flavored oils, and other things to make an evening special.
"How very efficient of you," Ryan said, " and presumptuous."
"I had a feeling," he said with a shrug and a grin. "Have a good evening guys. I will mark your room to not be disturbed in the morning." Ryan grabbed the basket with one hand and my arm with the other. He lead me to the elevator as I smiled sheepishly at the clerk. The helpful clerk waved as the doors closed.
We fell into each other's arms again as the elevator ascended. I wanted to talk to Ryan, but I was afraid that it would spoil the moment. I didn't understand what was going on, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I was so turned on that I could think of little else than making love to this man I had drooled over for so long. The door opened and we stopped kissing long enough to get into the room.
Ryan went in and pulled the covers back on the bed. He put the basket on the bedside table and turned around to face me. He slowly started to remove his tie and shirt. I pulled at my own tie and dropped it on the floor. I hesitated for a moment then picked it up and hung it on the back of a chair. Ryan giggled and tossed his tie over the back of the chair. I suddenly thought of my bag and told Ryan to carry on. He laughed again and started unbuttoning his shirt.
(To be continued)
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