"Rocky Mountain High"
Part 4
"I'm trying so hard, right about now, to get everything correct," said Frankie, grabbing hold of Barry's hand.
"Just be yourself, no need to try for anything." Barry replied then kissed Frankie on the cheek with a `buddy' kiss acceptable like brother to brother.
The surrounding atmosphere of the bar took on a world of its own and separated itself from Frankie's thoughts. He must have looked foolish "star stricken" in front of everybody.
It was "then and there" that Frankie figured Mother Nature must have spent a little more time creating Barry. He desperately wanted to hold him in his arms making impossible love, only to rival a romance novel.
Barry took the vacant stool next to Frankie and they began to talk quietly to one another. The Rainbow Lounge was a gay club, but with atmosphere like no other in the city. There was no overcrowding three deep at the bar, no loud music, lesbian fights, nor screaming queens or troublemakers. Of course, with people drinking, things were not always perfect; two burly bouncers, named Leo and Connie, made sure it stayed that way.
"I like this place, but don't come here much," said Frankie. "I'm not a bar traveler unless I am looking to hook up with strangers and that no longer interest me. " Nope, time after time, it's the same thing, everyone has a story, and I'm not curious enough to deal with it."
"You're here tonight," said Barry peeking over the tip of his glass taking a sip of his drink."
"A-huh, I heard that you were going to be here – need I say more?" giggled Frankie. "Actually, I am here for a hook –up." He added.
"You certainly are," Barry, mumbled putting his hand on Frankie's knee. I'm gonna be that hook-up.
Frankie was a rock of manliness with a strong trim body and a hefty package of godly made junk between his legs. It was not a question of "beauty going to beauty," but rather people going to people.
Barry was a bottom, a sexy passionate bottom, and what Frankie wanted first, was a good old fashion Bronx fuck. He knew romance would take care of itself, once they hit the sheets together. You can take the boy out of the city, but not the ideas out of an Italian stud's head.
"What's up?" Lonnie, the bartender, quizzed Barry the first moment he was free to talk. How did you ever latch on to this stud?" he said, pointing to Frankie. "I have been flirting with him for weeks getting no place," he added.
"Frankie gulped swallowing and said to Lonnie," - "WEEKS!"
"Okay, make that an hour, but you know what I mean," he concluded. "You are the only one he talks about," said Lonnie, directed at Barry, laughing and walking away.
"Lonnie is gorgeous," mumbled Barry.
"Yes you are," replied Frankie.
"I said Lonnie," Barry repeated.
"Yes you are," Frankie muttered again playing a tired old game. "I know you just got here, but do you want to go someplace else? I have my car back from the garage."
"Sure, where can we go?" Barry asked.
"How about skiing in Aspen?"
"It's July," grinned Barry.
"We could rent a cabin and wait for December."
"You're wacky!"
"It feels good being wacky. I am always serious, and it's not much fun being with people, after meeting you, I look at things from both sides now."
Barry was struggling with his emotions. He was truly attracted to Frankie, wrestling within trying not to show it. He was fearful that being an easy pick up, wasn't the way to go with him. Barry was dreadfully sexy, and sex got him everything he wanted, but love. He dreamt of somebody who was an ideal sex partner and loved him for real, and not just for the bedroom; could it be that Frankie is that someone? Time, will have to solve that mystery.
Sex was easy; love was pretense. Barry didn't want pretense with Frankie. This was difficult in a world with sex driven gay men looking for one-night hook ups. He just had to play his cards right.
Frankie left Lonnie a lavish tip and the two of them left the bar into the cool night air.
"Your place or mine?" asked Barry.
"My place, you're coming home with me." Frankie replied without a second thought. I am in real estate dealing in the sale of property mainly houses and starter homes. I got a deal on the house I have now, from the owner, a lonely widow, who went to live with her daughter in Philadelphia. She wasn't old, just lonely and not bad looking. NO, I didn't fuck her. I figured that would be your next question." Frankie concluded putting his arm around Barry drawing him close.
"I would never ask you that."
"Sorry, I know you wouldn't, but you might think it," stated Frankie.
"I know where you live and I'll meet you there," said Barry.
"Cool, when you get to the house, go down the driveway to the double garage. That is where you will find parking spaces."
"Okay." Agreed Barry opening his car door feeling excited about going home with Frankie.
Both cars spun from the parking lot taking different streets leading to the Congress Park neighborhood in Denver. Frankie knew a shorter route and wanted to get there first. It's not every day one feels like Superman.
By the time Barry came down the driveway, Frankie was already parked and leaning against his car with a reckless grin on his face.
Barry swings his long leg around to get out of the car. His cock proudly outlined in his jeans and his body moved like a gift. He even smelled like warm sweet sex. Frankie's loins quivered thinking about a conquest that was a meeting of the minds.
Barry shook him up so emotionally. If there was ever, "love at first sight," Frankie was more than just stung, he was badly bitten and could feel his heart racing. Watching Barry, Frankie, felt a degree of happiness that he thought was lost.
Barry walked ahead of him up the porch stairs. It was like following Patrick Swayze. His butt, packed in the western jeans, supported by strong dancing legs moving better than anybody ever to strut in front of him.
Once inside, they went straight to the screened in porch. It felt good bringing the outdoor air inside, with a night crisp breeze flowing after a hot July day.
Frankie loved this spot in the house. It had a comfortable sleeper couch and a glider that swayed for relaxation. He also loved the wrought iron table with the glass top for eating breakfast and lunch.
"A-hah, just as I thought," Barry remarked. "This is perfect for a Colorado High. It's like being in the Rocky Mountains, with a little imagination, of course. This is really you Frankie – yep, really you.
They stood facing one another starring eye to eye. Frankie cleared his throat and spoke first. "Do you know what I am going to do?" he asked.
"Remove your clothes?" Barry mumbled.
"More!"
"Remove my clothes?"
"More."
Frankie smiled flashing spot-on teeth with full lips, moist with a need for Barry's hard flesh. There were no playing cutesy games any longer.
Barry was his meal ticket to sexual gratification and they both felt it. Frankie put his arms around Barry and their mouths melted into a marshmallow kiss as they became hard as stone. It is awesome how the right people can find each other.
Frankie pulled open the sleeper couch and in seconds, the sofa turned into a bed, already covered with clean sheets. He put his arms around Barry and lowered him on to the bed.
Lying on the bed, they were both bare chested in a touching frenzy to get soaked in love. Frankie beamed shaking his head, holding Barry in his arms. There wasn't a happier man in all of Denver.
To be happy, I need love. I have you, and now I have everything," whispered Frankie.
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