Page 33 of Love in Unexpected Places

KEITH

This was a stupid idea. Probably the dumbest idea I’ve had in a while. I came to visit my kid and surprise him with the news that I’d decided to move closer to him, but that didn’t pan out. He wasn’t feeling well and said he’d call me back when he was rested and not feeling like garbage that’d been run over.

With nothing else to do, I decided to try to make my apartment more livable and stock up on groceries. While I was in the grocery store, I heard a few college-aged kids say something about the new gay club that had opened in the next town over. My interest was piqued.

My wife and I divorced three years ago and I haven’t gotten around to dating anyone else, man or woman. A club isn’t the best place to go to find companionship, but I’ve been alone for so long. I’ve hooked up, but nothing deep and no real connections. So I figured fuck it, why not go see what the hype is all about? I can always leave if I feel uncomfortable.

As I stand around and watch the younger people dancing,flirting, and drinking in the club—Bangers—I feel like a dirty old man for watching them. None of them are underage, of course, but theyarethe same age as my son. I shouldn’t be here.

I come to that conclusion just as a handsome young man catches my eye. He smiles and weaves around people to get to me. Instead of bolting like I want, I hold still. I’m trapped in his gaze, his flirty smile keeping my feet planted.

When he’s standing a few feet from me, still smiling, he says, “Hi,” in a loud voice to be heard over the music.

“Hey.”

His smile widens. “I’ve never seen you here before. First time?”

No need to lie to the kid. I clamp my eyes shut for a second. He might be my son’s age, but he’s a grown-ass man, not a kid. He wouldn’t have been at the bar if he wasn’t legal. I grin at him. “How could you tell?”

He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his back pockets. “You just look like you’re out of your element. Never been to a gay club before?”

“No. I got a divorce a few years back and my wife and I never went to clubs.”

The handsome young stranger’s face falls. “Are you closeted?”

I bark a laugh that can be heard over the music. “God no. I’m very openly bi, but I was married for twenty years before we separated. So this is new for me. Just the club part, not the men dancing and flirting part.”

My stranger nods and steps closer to me. “So that means you wouldn’t be opposed to me flirting with you?”

“Not at all.” My voice comes out husky, the heat off of his body rolling through me, and my body comes alive for the first time in years, just looking at the handsomestranger. His plump lips are quirked in a smile and I find myself having thoughts I shouldn’t have for a stranger. His blond hair is brushed off his forehead and his eyes dance with a bit of mischief. I’m enraptured.

“Wanna go somewhere with me?” That’s a weird question, but I still nod like a man entranced. He threads his fingers with mine and pulls, giving me a flirty grin before he turns around.

I’m not sure where he’s leading me, but I hope it’s somewhere we can talk more. I don’t know what it is about this handsome man with the guileless eyes and hot body, but I want to know more. Nothing will probably come of it since he’s so much younger, but we can talk tonight, right?

It’s been so long since someone’s made me feel sexy. My wife and I had become more like roommates before we called it quits. Since that time, I haven’t found anyone that looks at me with lust in their eyes like my stranger is. I’ll admit, I let my belly get bigger than I should have. I keep seeing men my size with flat bellies or six-pack abs and that’s not me. I’ve always had a bit more weight than most, but it was considered thick when I was young. Now, I don’t even want to know what some people would call me.

But the man that’s dragging me God knows where eyed my entire body with interest. He even lingered a little longer on my middle than I would have expected. Maybe he’s just what I need to make me feel sexy and desirable again.

He pushes inside the bathroom and leads me to one of the large stalls. It takes me a minute to understand what’s happening, but when I do, a smile spreads over my face. I’ve never done anything like this, but I’m down for it. After being married for two decades, it’s about time I have a bit of fun.

I’m glad the bathrooms are clean—not like most bathrooms at a bar. There’s no water or soap piles under or beside the sinks and the stalls are immaculate.

“My name is?—”

My handsome stranger turns around and puts his hand over my mouth. “No. I like the secret.”

With that, he pulls me into the stall and slams me against the wall—although he shouldn’t have been able to since he’s maybe one hundred and fifty pounds at most. He stands on his tiptoes and slants his mouth over mine. Groaning, I drag my hands down his body until I get to his nice, pert ass. I massage it, my big hands gripping easily.

Fuck, this feels good. I haven’t been kissed like this in years.

Before I can get more into it, he snatches his mouth away and starts dropping to his knees. Almost like he can’t help himself, he drops a kiss on my belly and I feel myself glowing.

He makes quick work of my pants and when he has my erection free from the confines of my jeans, his eyes grow wide. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

I can’t retort because he engulfs my cock in his hot mouth and all that leaves my throat is a loud grunt. My hand goes to the back of his head, not to fuck his mouth, but to have something to hold on to while he gives me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

His mouth is wet, sucking me in to the base. While I’m impaled in his throat, he twirls his thick tongue around my shaft.

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