He’s buying for me.” I nodded at Alan, hoping this guy would take the hint.
Instead he leaned closer, that hand on my leg sliding into lap. Lowering his voice, he stared at me with those big eyes of his and said, “How about I blow you in the bathroom for twenty? You got a twenty on you, right? A cheap dick licking, how’s that sound? I’m real good, I promise.”
Once his words sunk in, I laughed. “Dude, sorry,” I said again. “I got a boyfriend here who’ll do it for free. Why don’t you just call it quits?”
He leaned past me to get a look at Alan. I could see his thoughts working behind those eyes and suddenly he didn’t seem so drunk to me anymore. Maybe it was all an act, a way to approach guys so he could proposition them. Maybe he wasn’t even broke, he just liked to suck cock. Or this was some elaborate scheme to get me alone so he could rape or rob me … nowadays, who knew? I tried to scoot back from him but his hand fisted around the zipper of my jeans and I didn’t dare move. Another inch and he’d be palming my dick. His gaze flickered over Alan, calculating, then back to me. “I’ll do you both, fifteen apiece?”
I wanted to shake him off but just settled for a shake of my head. “No, really-”
“Together,” he added. “At the same time.” I looked at that wide smile again and imagined my cock between those lips, Alan’s crammed in beside it. Saliva slick on our erections, our swollen tips bumping together in the hot furnace of that mouth. He could take us both, no question. What would that be like? A double blowjob, Alan kissing me while someone else sucked us off. Different hands on my body after five monogamous years, a different mouth …
“Together?” I whispered. At his nod, I nudged Alan, my gaze never leaving those lips. “Hey babe, listen to this.”
“What’s up?” Alan wanted to know. He turned towards me, one arm straying protectively around my shoulders when he got a look at my new friend, then he noticed the hand in my lap and his voice hardened. “Who the hell is this?”
Good question. Before I could admit I didn’t know, the guy said, “Hey, I’m Julian.
Put it there.” He released my fly to extend his hand out for Alan, who glared at it but didn’t shake it. Julian played it off, signaling for the bartender instead. “What about that drink, eh? While you discuss it amongst yourselves. Take your time.”
“Discuss what?” Alan asked. I let him pull me closer, turning on my barstool to put Julian behind me. Alan’s a little broader than me, wide chest, narrow hips, a handsome man with just the hint of grey at his temples even though he’s barely in his thirties. His pale eyes have a way of narrowing when he’s bothered or upset, and his mouth puckers into a tight little bow that makes me want to do anything I can to loosen it again. The tell-tale lines were beginning to crop up around his lips-I knew I had just a few seconds to convince him things were cool and could get a hell of a lot better before he got pissed about that hand between my legs. Hell, Julian hadn’t even touch anything yet. “Chris?” Alan prompted. “Who is that guy?”
Lowering my voice, I tried to keep the excitement out of it. “Look at his mouth.”
Alan leaned past me to take another look and I breathed in his faint scent, a familiar blend of aftershave and the sweet, cherry flavored cigars he liked to smoke. God, I couldn’t believe we were doing this. A threesome, really. I’d never been with more than one man at a time and here this guy just offers like he does it every day. Well, with a mouth like that …
Alan frowned at me. “What about it? Did he proposition you?”
“Us,” I clarified. “He offered to blow us both, Alan.”
My lover downed the rest of his beer and shook his head. “Drink up and we’re out of here. You want a blowjob? We can talk about it when we get home.”
I tried again. “He needs the cash-”
“So you’d cheat on me just because some bum wants to make a buck?” Alan asked, his voice slightly raised.
I glanced behind me at Julian, who was staring into an icy mug as the bartender filled it with froth from the tap. “Alan, please,” I said. “It’s not cheating if we do it together, is it?” Alan’s eyes narrowed, and I chose my words carefully. The last thing I wanted was to fight over something like this, but God knew the idea of a double BJ had settled into my mind and taken root. “I’m not saying I want to get with him, Alan. I love you. You know I do.”
Alan pursed his lips-I could read his mind from his facial expression alone. “You just said-”
“I said he wanted to blow us both,” I repeated. “As in both of us jammed in that big mouth of his at the same time. Together.” One of Alan’s eyebrows went up in speculation and I nodded. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Have you ever been kissed while someone was sucking on you? Because I haven’t, and I’m thinking that might be something worth experiencing before I die, you know?” I closed my mouth before I could say anything else-I didn’t want Alan to see how eager I was to do this. It was his call. If he said no, I’d tell Julian thanks but no thanks, maybe slip him a ten on the sly, then follow Alan home. I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch tonight because of this. If anything, I hoped it might add a little spice to our relationship, but only if Alan went along with it. Cautiously, I asked, “What do you think?”
There was a faraway look in Alan’s eyes now, something that told me he was thinking it through. “How much did he say he’d charge?” he asked.
“Thirty.” I traced a pattern in the taut denim stretched across Alan’s thigh. Without looking up at him, I mumbled, “If you don’t want to, I understand. We can just go on home …”
But Alan rubbed my back and told me, “Hold up a minute.” It took all the strength I had to keep from grinning-I had him, I knew it. I could wait the few minutes it would take to let him talk himself into it. As I waited, I watched my fingers smooth across his thigh, rubbing closer and closer to the front of his jeans. He already had a little bit of a hard-on, I noticed. Just like me. I strummed a finger down his zipper and felt the slight erection hidden underneath. When I trailed back up the zipper, I pressed in just enough to make Alan moan softly. We are go, I thought. But Alan wanted to know, “What if he can’t do both of us at once?”
A mouth like that could take us easily. I had no doubts. Still, for Alan’s sake, I said, “Then we call the whole thing off and go home, like you said. If he can’t do it, then we don’t need him, right? I mean, we can do it one at a time by ourselves, you know?”
Alan nodded and I thumbed his zipper again. This time his eyes slipped shut at the sensation of my hand on his dick. “Either way, we both get off. If he can do it, though, we both get off at the same time.”
“What’s his name again?” Alan asked.
I turned around to hide my smile. “Hey Julian.”
Julian weaved through the crowded bar to the bathrooms in the back. Alan followed, holding my hand, but it felt like the throb at my crotch led the way. But when the three of us pushed into the small bathroom, I got one look at the guys jostling for position around the sink and urinals and suddenly thought this wasn’t going to work.
“Alan,” I started, concerned. “I don’t think-”
“This was your idea,” he reminded me. He rubbed at my stomach and I caught his wrist in both hands, determined not to let him go. Julian shoved his way to the larger of the two stalls and held the door open in invitation. Alan pulled me along after him, calling out, “Here?”
“Why not?” Julian wanted to know. As we ducked into the stall, he jiggled the flimsy bolt and said, “It locks. What more do you need for complete privacy?”
How about somewhere a little less noisy? Men shouted at each other over the thump of music that bled through the thin walls, water or piss splashed against porcelain, an electric hand dryer kept blowing on and off at odd intervals. The place reeked of marijuana and a nauseatingly sweet burned smell that might have been someone freebasing in the other stall. “What if someone needs to take a dump?” I asked. “I don’t think this is going to work …”