Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody. The song was stuck in my head as I drove to the local grocery store to buy some meat for my evening meal. While the sentiment of the song was real, it was Saturday morning. One of the women in my department at work told me to change my shopping time to increase my chance of finding a date. I scoffed when she said it, but there I was at eight-thirty pulling into the parking lot of the Kroger parking lot. As I got out of the car and looked up at the sign, I wondered if I’d have a better selection of men at Trader Joe’s, Market Street, or Sprouts. Aldi had a really hot man who stocked and ran a register, but I had tried several times to catch his eye; he wasn’t interested.
So I grabbed a small cart. For some reason, I felt the cart would be a better signal to other guys that I was also shopping for men. I wish I knew what my brain was thinking with that one, but I was pretty much willing to try anything to find the right guy. I was tired of having no one. I was about to turn twenty-six, and the last time I was with another man with my pants off was in college.
My dorm-mate during my sophomore year was a man named Stanley. He was attractive, but he wasn’t my type at all. We discovered rather quickly that we were both gay when I walked in on him watching gay porn. He’d forgotten to lock the door. To this day, I wondered whether he had done that “accidentally on purpose.”
We started talking, and although we were not attracted to one another, we hit it off as best friends. While we searched the campus for someone to date, etc., we hung out. During our senior year, Stanley found someone he liked. The guy’s name was Andrew, and he seemed interested in Stanley. Stanley convinced me that we should practice techniques. He told me he wanted to make a really good impression when it came time for intimacy.
I had been unlucky in finding anyone, and I was super horny, so I agreed. We blew each other, and we gave one another tips about what worked well, and what didn’t. We read up on how to get clean for anal intercourse. I wasn’t interested in having Stanley’s dick up my ass, but after he rimmed me, I wanted it so badly that I surprised myself in how much I enjoyed it. Stan also complimented me on my fucking techniques. I got into topping, and Stan told me that if things didn’t work out with Andrew, we could have weekly fun sessions. My dick was excited by the prospect; my brain thought that it might not be a smart thing to do.
Andrew and Stan hit it off, and it didn’t take long for Stan to start spending more time at Andrew’s than in our dorm. I wasn’t surprised by that. Stan’s first date with him lasted a day and a half. When he came back to the room, he couldn’t wait to tell me about the date. They’d gone out for pizza and headed back to Andrew’s apartment to watch a horror movie on Netflix. I remember vividly what Stan said next.
We got back to his apartment, and he locked the door. Then he turned and looked at me. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined because he looked right into me, and I could tell that he wanted me. He kept looking at me as he pulled me close to him, and then he was kissing me, and I was kissing him.
Oh, man, his lips tasted so good. He started to lick my tongue; he pulled my head over and licked and kissed my ear. My dick started to get hard, and it got hard really fast. He grabbed my hand with his and took me into his bedroom. He got onto the bed with his legs spread wide and held his hands out to me. I crawled onto him. Our crotches were rubbing together, and I started to kiss him. It was perfect; I was tingling all over.
That’s when he told me that he had wanted me from the first time he met me. I pulled his shirt off and then pulled mine off, and I started to kiss him again. Our chests were touching; bare skin to bare skin. It was awesome. I began to kiss his nipples, and I could tell that his cock was jumping inside his pants.
Reaching down while I continued to play with his nipples with my mouth, I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. I got off the bed, but I told him not to move. I pulled off his shoes and socks before I got rid of his pants. I could see his dick move beneath his underwear. I teased it through the cloth with my tongue before I pulled his underwear down. I played with his cock exactly the way we practiced. I started with the head and moved down the shaft. I maintained my concentration and was able to take the whole thing into my mouth.
Andrew began to moan; his reactions turned me on. With each sound he made, I wanted him more.
“Take your pants off,” Andrew demanded, and I complied. He grabbed my penis and pulled me closer to his mouth. He hadn’t practiced, and he told me later that mine was the first dick he’d ever sucked. I pushed him back on the bed, and pushing his knees toward his chest, I lifted his ass. I lubed it with a lot of saliva and began to slip my thumb in and out of his hole. His moans continued to drive me crazy.
“I want to be inside you,” I told him and then I kissed him more passionately than I had before.
He was breathing heavily by then, but I heard him, barely above a whisper tell me to put my penis in him. He grabbed my dick and rubbed the head of it against his hole. “I want you to fuck me. I want it inside me, as far as it will go. Fuck me, Stan.”
The pleasure of my cock going inside him was indescribable. We seemed to fit together like we were destined to be together. Our intercourse was totally in sync, and when I filled him with my seed, his cock lost its load. We were together with my dick in his ass and our lips locked together, and I wanted to roll over so he could do to me what I had just done to him.
I realized that I had been staring at the oranges. I knew that the two of them had spent the rest of their date taking turns giving and receiving. I was a little jealous that they had what I wanted. But they were still together, and we were still friends.
I had come to the grocer’s for two things, to scope out the men and to get some meat for dinner. I scanned the produce section and then the bakery, and finding nothing of interest, I moved back to the meat department. I spotted him immediately.
He had beautiful jet black hair in a simple haircut, short on the sides, a little longer on top with mild bangs. His skin was the slight paleness that someone has during winter, or who doesn’t go out in the sun without a high level of sunblock. His skin tone contrasted with his hair as well as making his sapphire blue eyes sparkle.
Moving closer, I remarked the gentle, yet manly, features of his face. His nose was straight and just the right size. A strong chin with a small cleft and lips that were neither narrow nor full complemented the cheeks and ears of an Adonis. I looked away so as not to get caught eyeing the perfect specimen.
A woman walked to the meat counter and blocked my view. I saw his head turn toward hers. She must have said something to him, but it seemed to me as soon as he faced her, she spun around. Her face was filled with restrained disgust, and she walked off.
I noticed now his athletic build, the chest hair visible above the last button of his shirt. Beautiful muscular legs disappeared inside a khaki pair of cargo shorts that displayed a slight bulge as he turned. My eyes moved up his body and this time caught the area of eczema on his neck. I felt a pang within me. It wasn’t pity, but I felt for the man. He was such a vision of beauty, and yet he suffered from something that made people turn away. I saw a bit of sadness on his face as his lips lost the tension that had given him a happy countenance.
“Jake,” a different woman had now walked up to him, “just what are you doing?”
“Looking at these pork chops,” I heard him say back to her.
“I saw you talking to that woman.”
His girlfriend or wife, I supposed. I sighed quietly and struggled to eavesdrop.
“She talked to me,” he said. “Then she saw my rash and turned away.”
“Just the same,” the woman continued, “You're supposed to be looking for a date. What about this guy over here?” Her head nodded toward me.
Jake turned to face me for the first time. The attraction I felt toward him made my knees weak. I grabbed more tightly to the cart. Our eyes were locked together.
“Well, Jake, what about it? Have you talked to him?” The woman nudged him with her hand.
“No, Alicia, I haven’t.”
Alicia walked up to me; her boldness was a little frightening. “So, you’re a good-looking guy. Are you gay? My brother seems too shy to ask anyone for a date.”
“Alicia,” Jake had lowered his voice. “You can’t just out me in public, and that isn’t the kind of question you just ask a stranger, even if he is really handsome.”
“Well, neither of you seem to be acting very gay. How else are you going to know?” she demanded.
“I am using the small cart,” I said. They both stared at me. “Well, that’s as gay as I get in public.” I saw Jake smile. “I’m Logan Reed.”
“Jake Miller. It’s nice to meet you.”
His smile gave me a confidence boost. “So, which one of you drove here today?”
“I did,” answered Jake. “But it’s her car.”
“Well, give her back her keys, and let’s get this date started.”
Alicia seemed to be at a loss for words, but Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out a car key. He placed it in Alicia’s hand. “Here you go, Sis. I’ll see you…”
Jake turned back toward me. “Do you have a curfew?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
He turned back toward his sister. “Not sure what time I’ll be home, but I’ll text you.” Jake took a step toward me and noticed my empty cart. “Hey, you haven’t finished shopping.”
“I got what I came for,” I told him.
“So did I,” he laughed.
--to be continued--
