Last night I met a guy named Mitchell at a gay club. The music was blaringly loud, the place was pretty dark but his physical appeal was clear to see.
We talked as much as we could over the dance remixes of 80's pop hits but most of the conversation was lost in the sea of sound. After about the 6th "What?! I can't hear you!", we decided to step outside and chat at a late nite diner around the corner.
Out of the dark and into the light it was much easier to take notice of his adorable boyish face, his beefy muscular body, and his golden brown tan.
At first I thought the chemistry I felt between us was the type that could lead to hours of conversation on top of all night romps in the bedroom. But as the conversation went stale and the crickets began to chirp I quickly realized that our connection was purely sexual.
After a few moments of awkward silence and staring at each other, he invited me back to his place. I swiftly accepted. On the drive there small talk was happily replaced with dirty talk. Dirty talk led to genital focused groping.
I quickly learned that Mitchell was a well-equipped, aggressive top that loved to fuck doggie style. Needless to say, I was excited to get him in me.
But the moment I walked through the front door of his house I got a most unwelcome surprise. Mitchell forgot to mention that he had a boyfriend. An OLD boyfriend. As in elderly. Think Peter O'Toole a la "Venus". At first I thought he lived with his grandfather but no, it turned out to be his lover. So then I thought well maybe they have an open relationship and Mitchell and I were going to go into the bedroom while Old Man River waits in the living room but again, I was wrong.
Mitchell sat down on the sofa and we started the run of the mill chit chat of "Where did you two meet?" and "How long have you guys been together?" But to my horror Moth Ball Pops wanted to take the discussion to a very scary place.
We went from the nauseating story of how much they love each other to the vomit inducing story of how great their sex life is. He insisted on sharing the fact that because of the magical pill Viagra his century old penis was still operational. And that he used it on plenty of young boys. GROSS was the first thing that came to mind. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE was the second thing that came to mind...
And then it hit me...