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Frank’s Place-1

Frank’s Place

Danny came out of the raw wind and swirling snow into the warmth of Frank’s Place. This was his favorite hang-out. He liked it because to the ordinary passerby the building didn’t look anything other than a cross between a cocktail lounge and a nice bar. Once you got inside the true nature of the establishment could be seen. It was a gay bar.

Danny felt at home with the large comfortable booths and tables and the easy, taped music always playing. He appreciated the soft lighting that wasn’t too dark. The carpeted floor also added to Danny’s sense of intimate coziness.

Looking around, Danny saw the usual clientele was almost exclusively male. He smiled at how the men felt comfortable enough to be more physically demonstrative with one another than if they were in a regular bar.

Danny watched as a pair of men walked to the bar, requested a key from Frank, the bartender, and disappeared through the door to the right of the bar. He knew they wouldn’t be returning for a good amount of time.

Danny had been coming to Frank’s for a number of years, first when he was still married, to seek out contacts to meet his need for male companionship. Now that he was divorced, he continued to come. He was comfortable here. The patrons were his kind of people: professional, well dressed, attractive and a variety of ages and personalities. He liked the fact there was none of the flamboyance of other establishments. This was definitely the kind of place Danny expected to meet someone; they could even turn out to be someone special.

Making his way to the bar, Danny acknowledged the greetings of acquaintances, some of whom he had known on an intimate level.

“Hey, Frankie. The boss doing the tending tonight?”

“Hey yourself, Danny. Yeah, I gave Ken the week off to be with Earl for the holidays.”

“Not too much going on here,” Danny said, glancing around the room.

“Nope, the weather and this being the week before Christmas are probably keeping ‘em away—least ways the married guys and the couples. Speaking of couples, Danny boy, when’s that gonna happen for you?”

“Probably not tonight,” replied Danny with a sigh, giving the sparsely populated room one more scan.

“The usual, then?” the bartender asked.

“What? Uh, yeah, sure.” Something had caught Danny’s eye. “Hey, Frankie, who’s the guy over in the corner? I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

Danny had spotted a man at one of the tables to the right of the door to the rooms in back. He was stretched out on his chair to the side of the table, with his legs crossed at the ankle. He wore construction boots. His hands were folded in his lap just above the prominent bulge in his jeans. He wore a baseball cap and a plaid, flannel, work shirt.

Frank looked over at him. “Yeah, well, he started comin’ in about a week ago. Stays about an hour and splits.”

“Any action?” Danny wanted to know.

“Naw. Couple guys tried to hit on ‘im but he says no I guess. Never been to the back rooms, never left with nobody.”

He didn’t look like Danny’s type. Danny preferred slender guys like himself. He also was more in the market for someone more professional looking: suit tie, or kakis and a button down. But, What the hell, he thought. There’s not much else goin’ on in here tonight. Why not?

“What’s he drinkin’?”

The bartender pointed to an expensive bottle of scotch. “On the rocks.”

Hmm, blue collar with exec tastes, Danny thought.

“Pour me a double,” Danny said.

Danny picked up the drinks and headed for the table.

“Can I buy you a drink,” he said with a wide smile on his handsome face.

“Looks to me like you already did,” the man replied, sitting up and looking at Danny.

“Guess I did,” said Danny with a chuckle. He put the drinks down on the table, placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. Might as well lay my cards on the table. He added, “My name’s Danny.”

In the instant before the man stretched out his hand to shake Danny’s and gave his name, Danny took in some of the man’s characteristics and thought, Definitely not my type.

The guy had a full beard, well trimmed. There was a tuft of thick dark hair curling out from under the crew neck of the T-shirt he wore under the flannel. He had a diamond stud in each ear. All things were on Danny Marshall’s not a plus list.

“I’m Al.”

“Nice to meet you, Al. I’m Danny. Can I sit down?”

“Sure, if you want.”

Not going well. Danny mused. Oh, well, let’s see where this goes.

“Never saw you in here before.”

“Nope.”

“Come here often?”

“A couple times.”

Okay, this is going nowhere fast.

While Danny tried to engage Al in conversation, he continued to check him out. He had stretched out again and crossed his legs. The bulge was even more impressive close up. Danny’s own appendage appreciated the sight. Al’s legs were muscular and it showed even through the jeans. He held his drink in his left hand. Danny checked it for a wedding band and found none. His right was in the pocket of his pants. His biceps and chest stretched the fabric of the shirt. Danny figured eighteen inch arms, forty-six inch chest. A little more muscular than he liked ‘em, but nice nonetheless.

Al saw Danny looking at his crotch. Danny realized he’d been caught, and looked up at his face with a slight blush. Al didn’t react one way or the other.

Danny looked into Al’s eyes. They were deep, dark pools of liquid. They held his. What was going on in them? They were sad, yet there was longing. Desire was in them as well as fear. Danny’s heartbeat increased. Suddenly the things not on his plus list didn’t seem to matter so much.

He realized he was staring at Al and said, “Nice earrings.”

Holy s**t! Real smooth, Marshall!

“Uh, yeah, er…they were a gift from a friend,” Al stammered.

Better not go there, thought Danny.

Danny continued to try different approaches to get Al to open up but nothing seemed to work. He reluctantly decided it was a lost cause but couldn’t quite bring himself to break off the attempted connection.

He was just going to excuse himself when Al said, “I owe you a drink, what are you drinking?”

Danny’s heart leapt. “Vodka, water with lime, thanks.”

As Al walked away, Danny was given another reason to lust after the man. His buns more than made up for the other shortcomings.

Returning to the table, Al asked, “I guess you’re a regular here?”

Danny decided to break one of his own come-on rules: never talk about yourself, show an interest in the target. For the next few minutes he talked about his work, Frank’s place, and his interests.

“Well, that’s enough about me. Tell me about you.”

“Nothin’ much to tell. Work for New City Construction.” He touched the brim of his hat indicating the insignia. “Site foreman. That’s about it.”

“You married?” Danny had to ask. It was pretty standard procedure here. “Got a boyfriend?”

Al’s eyes flashed before returning to normal, only more guarded than before.

“Uh…no.” Al looked really uncomfortable. “Well, I better get going. He started to get up. “Nice to meet…”

Before Danny could think what he was doing, he reached out and covered Al’s hand with his.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosey. Please don’t go.”

Al relaxed back against the chair. “S’okay.” The eyes pleaded with Danny as if something inside of the man was saying, Help me, set me free.

Danny removed his hand from Al’s. Al was looking down at the table. He looked uncomfortable.

“Really, I didn’t mean to go where I had no business going. I…” Danny started to say.

“Forget it, not your fault.”

Something seemed to be stirring inside Danny that had little to do with the strong physical attraction he was now feeling for this man. It overcame all the aspects he had hitherto considered unappealing. He didn’t quite understand what was happening.

They sat for a long time in silence; neither one seemed to know what to do next. Frank came over with refills for their drinks. “On the house,” he said and winked at Danny.

The addition of a third drink to their systems relaxed them both and gave Danny the courage to suggest, “Pass or play?”

“What?” Al asked, wrinkling his brow.

“Sorry, guess you don’t know the code. Let me try again. Would you like to spend some time with me upstairs?” Danny said, indicating the door next to the bar.

Al took so long to respond, Danny regretted making the suggestion. It was clear the invitation had set off a turmoil within the man sitting before him. He shifted several times in his seat and finished off his drink in a swallow. He moved his gaze from Danny’s face to his own hands and took a deep cleansing breath.

“Sure, I’d like that,” he said finally.

Danny felt a wave of relief.

“Great,” said Danny, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic in light of Al’s hesitant reaction.

They walked to the bar. Without comment Frank handed Danny a key. They went through the door, passed the johns, climbed the stairs, and stopped outside of Room 12.

Danny turned to Al. Without saying anything he asked with his eyes if Al was ready to do this. Al inhaled slowly as he nodded. Danny turned the key in the door.

The room on the other side was clean. The bed was a regular sized double and stood in the corner. A throw rug lay on the floor beside it. There was a small dresser and a closet without a door. The john had a throne, a sink, and a shower stall. Fresh towels were on the rack.

“Well, here we are,” Danny said and put his arms around Al.

Al bit his lower lip, then ran his tongue over it. He shuddered as Danny pulled him against his body.

Danny was expecting a kiss, but instead Al put his head to the side, and Danny wound up with his head on the shoulder of the taller man. They stood there for several minutes. Danny could feel himself responding to the muscular male in his arms. Other than deep breathing he didn’t detect a reciprocal response in his would-be partner. Al swallowed several times, breathing deeply as if trying to control his emotions.

“Look,” Danny said, staring up into Al’s face. “If you don’t feel like…”

“Shhh.”

Al looked at Danny. His eyes were moist. He bent his head and kissed Danny tenderly. No tongue, no passion, just a kiss as pure and simple as a spring breeze. Danny gasped and felt a surge of emotion more powerful than any kiss of passion could ever have engendered. The kiss was repeated several times, punctuated with moments of eye contact between the two. Danny fought the urge to force his tongue between Al’s lips.

At some point Al stepped back. Danny sat down on the bed and watched as Al slowly disrobed before him, revealing a body that would make a Greek god jealous. As Al began to respond to the situation, Danny longed to pull him close and swallow the beautiful manwood now raising itself inches from his face. Pulling Danny to his feet, Al took his place on the bed. Danny responded to the expectant look on Al’s face by undressing himself, until he too stood naked. Once again he had the urge to sink to his knees and engulf Al. Before he could, he was pulled gently onto the bed and into Al’s waiting arms.

They lay facing each other. It was as if Al were trying to see into Danny’s very soul. He stroked his hair, traced his eyebrow, pressed his body against him. Then he kissed him with a kiss to show the passion was building. This time he parted his lips and let Danny enter his mouth with his tongue.

They explored each other’s bodies with gentle firmness. There were no light tracings with finger tips but with firm grips and massages communicated the appreciation each felt for the other’s masculinity. All the while Danny was finding himself feeling he had never truly made love before, but merely had had s*x.

Al rolled Danny on top of him. They pressed their trapped c***s together. Pre-c*m and light sweat made for an easy friction. Danny reached down with his mouth and grazed on the thick hair of Al’s chest, found the well-formed erect n*****s and fondled them with his tongue. Al moaned in response. Then in one easy motion Danny found their positions reversed as Al pinned Danny to the bed. Al placed himself in such a way he looked directly into Danny’s eyes. Once more Danny saw in his partner’s eyes a confusion of emotions. Danny longed to tell Al that whatever it was he was trying to communicate to him it was all right. They, together, could handle it.

Al’s motion on top of Danny was bringing them both to near climax. At the moment when Danny thought he could hold it no longer, Al raised his head and said, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared for this. I don’t have a…”

“In the drawer,” Danny whispered hoarsely.

Al got up and walked to the dresser. There, Frank had put all the necessary items needed for this moment. Al returned with a condom and lube. As he walked to the bed, Danny watched Al’s d**k swaying in rhythm to his stride and shuddered with anticipation.

Danny watched as Al rolled the latex down his shaft. Then he turned to Danny and placed a pillow under his hips. Al proceeded to prepare him for their union. Their gaze again locked together.

“It’s okay,” Danny said. He knew he was ready. Al slowly, steadily, and with great care, positioned himself and applied pressure to Danny’s ass.

“Oooh,” came from Al’s lips, soft and low, as he passed the ring and entered the confines of Danny’s body.

Danny exhaled deeply, relaxed, and took the full length of Al’s erection. Once inside Al remained motionless. Danny, realizing Al wanted to make sure he was ready, began the dance by initiating the rhythm. Danny had never experienced s*x on this level before. He was no novice to anal intercourse, but this was something he didn’t know existed. Al seemed to know instinctively how to bring them both to the edge and then back off so they could prolong the pleasure. All the while an emotional bond seemed, to Danny at least, to be forming and was being expressed by his lover’s tender, caring actions.

Al took a deep breath, held it, and then said, “Oh, God.”

His thrusts became powerful as he sent his seed into the latex barrier keeping their bodies separated. Danny in turn arched against Al’s hard abs and filled the space with his own c*m, coating Al’s rug of hair.

They lay very still for a long while. Then Al raised himself as if doing a push-up. His kiss was again tender and soft, full of unspoken meaning. Danny sighed and was about to let his feelings be known when Al gently slipped out and got out of bed. Danny was confused. He watched Al walk to the bathroom and take care of the condom. Emerging, Al walked to the dresser. He took out another condom and returned to the bed.

Both he and Danny were still hard. Al, with great care, unrolled the latex on Danny’s swollen c**k. Al lay down on the bed on his side. A surprised but pleased Danny spooned against him. He guided himself into Al’s waiting hole and was at once lost in the dance of love again. Al took Danny’s hand and placed it on his own hard-on. Together they continued the dance to its conclusion.

After a time, Al turned to face Danny. He caressed the side of Danny’s head, pushing the slightly damp hair back away from his face, and looked deeply into his eyes.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Danny whispered.

Al smiled, cupped Danny’s chin with his hand and kissed him.

With his head on Al’s broad chest Danny fell asleep.