Man Incomplete ONE
I'm convinced that owning a kitten is similar to raising a child with special needs. They're unique in their own way, certainly, but usually require giving a lot more attention than you'd pay to other kids.
In the case of my roommate's kitten, Zoë, I was watching her attack a plastic shopping bag with zeal, sneaking up on it and pouncing before it had time to - as I'm sure her mind thought it must eventually do - flee in terror. I finally had to put a stop to it. Notwithstanding the noise she was making, I know from raising my own cat that she'd eventually swallow a piece of it, then regurgitate it later in an inconvenient spot. Most likely, it would be on my down comforter.
After shooing the kitten away and picking up the bag, I turned to face the kitchen of the small apartment that my roommate, Brad, and I shared. The kitchen was tiny by any standards; you could not open the stove and refrigerator at the same time. Even worse, you had to open the oven door to pull out the drawer beside the sink to avoid hitting the handle of the oven.
Brad was cooking dinner. He was trying to make a stuffed chicken dish he'd seen on Food Network but I doubted he'd given any forethought into what made up the stuffing. I dreaded a chaotic foray into culinary madness.
He was talking about his work at a jewelry store in a nearby mall. I tuned back into what he was saying to hear, "...so basically, Tim's going to fire both Jane and Leon and move me into one of their positions."
"Is there any pay increase?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Not if I move into Leon's spot, which is what'll probably happen. If I move into Jane's position, I'd be jumping up two positions and I don't think the company would approve of moving from associate to assistant manager without any supervisory experience as third key first."
"Mm. We could really use the money. The power bill is due in a few days and I don't know that I'll be able to pay it all."
"I'll pay what I can on it." As though that would solve everything, he went back to banging pots and pans around the kitchen.
I went to my bedroom. We'd both been unemployed the year before and had both found jobs relatively quickly. We'd fallen behind, though, and had been trying to catch up every since. I found a job I loved, but was still working on a temp-to-perm basis until my contract with the temp agency was fulfilled and wasn't making what I would eventually be making. I could now see light at the end of the tunnel, but the tunnel just seemed to get longer and longer every time I looked.
I settled down on the bed with a book and pet my own cat, Perry, when he jumped on the bed and reflected upon just how cliché it was that I was 27, gay, and the only consistent thing in my life was my cat.
That night, I met my friend Helen for drinks at a straight bar near both of our houses. It had formerly been a golf
shop, and the décor hadn't changed much in the transition from retail store to bar, other than having added a bar and some tables with uncomfortable chairs.
I walked through the door and saw Helen waving at me from a table in the center of the room. I waved, ordered a beer at the bar, and joined her.
"Those pants look good on you," she said. I was a few inches shy of being 6' tall, with dark blond hair cut short, green eyes, and a smile that Helen said lit up any room I entered. I was wearing new khaki pants, a light blue polo shirt and sneakers. As usual, I had my silver-rimmed, rectangular shaped glasses on, which I hoped made me look mature and intelligent - two things I believe most people appreciate.
We caught up on work and domestic problems - of which I'd had more and more lately - and then moved on to eying hot guys around the room. She pointed at a short guy with a decent body, but I shook my head. "Too redneck," I commented. I pointed out a muscle guy with a pretty smile. "Too pretty," she said. We had finally decided that the hottest guy in the room was a tall, conservatively dressed man with blond hair and bedroom eyes when I noticed a guy with salt-and-pepper hair sitting at the end of the bar.
I'm not a believer in "gaydar," but something about him made me wonder. I watched him scan the bar and billiard area for a few minutes and noticed his eyes stop on a cluster of young, attractive guys playing pool. He continued scanning until he saw us, then we made contact and I raised my beer to him with a small smile. A silent gesture: I see what you're doing and I agree.
Helen looked over her shoulder at him and turned back to me with a smile. "What's going on here?"
I looked at her innocently. "Nothing at all. We made eye contact and I just acknowledged him," I said before taking a drink of my beer.
"I've just never noticed you acknowledge an attractive stranger across the bar before. Especially at a straight bar," she said as she opened her compact to check her makeup.
"I'm being friendly and you're reading too much into things. I have to use the bathroom." I stood up and started to walk away.
"He's cute," she said into her mirror.
The small bathroom contained one stall and one urinal placed directly beside the sink with only a small divider between the two. I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the door open and saw the salt-and-pepper guy enter. He came directly to the sink.
"So you noticed?" he asked quietly.
I nodded. "You weren't obvious, if that's your worry. I only noticed because I was doing the same thing myself."
"Are you gay?" I nodded again.
"I'm bi, or at least, I think I am."
I zipped up my pants. "I don't think this is the best place for this conversation. I'll meet you on the patio in five minutes."
I left the bathroom and noticed that Helen, who was tall with great boobs and an expressive face, had two guys talking to her at our table. I waved and pointed to the patio door. She nodded and I went outside.
I didn't know if he'd show. My noticing his actions might have scared him, or he could have friends at the bar that might notice him missing. I ordered a beer from the outside bartender and settled down in the far corner to wait.
I was just about to go back in when he came through the door.
He was tall, at least 6', with broad shoulders and a lean body clad in jeans and a button-down shirt. I'd noticed in the bathroom that he had blue eyes and a sculpted jaw with full lips. He sat down beside me.
"So now what?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I was surprised by his abruptness and wondered what he thought should happen next.
He smiled. "Isn't this where you buy me drinks and try to get me drunk enough to have sex?"
I laughed. "You've read too many erotic stories. This is the part where we introduce ourselves and talk a little while."
"Yeah, I guess that does make sense," he said with a grin.
"I'm Adam," I said and shook his hand. "Go grab a drink and then I'll seduce you."
When he got back with his drink, I found out his name was John, he was 37 an accountant. We talked about our interests - my running, reading, and time with friends to his running, movies and painting.
"Ok, so let's really talk," I said. "What makes you think you're bi?"
He hesitated, looking at the label on his drink, then said, "I like the way men look. I have these daydreams at work that are distracting, daydreams about things I want to do with men."
"How long have you had them?"
He laughed softly. "Since I was 14, but I always managed to ignore them until recently. Then I thought, what if I'm missing out on something I shouldn't be? What if it's right for me?"
I nodded. "Understandable. The only advice I can give you is to do what you think will be right for you. If it's what you want, you have to make it happen." I stood up and asked him if he needed another drink. He shook his head.
I walked to the bar and ordered another beer, thinking that tonight was going to be much more interesting than I had thought it would be. As I walked back, I noticed him watching me, noticed that he looked a little harder at my crotch than most people would.
"Any other sage advice I can provide tonight?" I asked as I settled back into my chair.
"Is this where the seduction begins?"
I took a drink of my beer and said, "There's no need for seduction. I already know you want to suck my cock. You already know I want to suck yours. The question is, who goes first?"
He shifted in his chair. "How do you know what I want?"
I chuckled. "I'm not new to this. I've been watching where you look. You're curious - you want to at least try a few things."
He sighed. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I want to bone you."
I raised one eyebrow. "Then since I live around the corner and my roommate is gone, I say we head to my house."
I said goodbye to Helen and he followed me home. He looked nervous on the elevator, but I told him to relax and offered him a beer once we got inside. He happily accepted and we sat on the couch.
After about twenty minutes of talking, I moved my hand onto his knee and when he didn't jump or stutter in mid-sentence, I moved it onto his thigh. He looked at me and then leaned forward to place his beer on the coffee table.
"Screw this," he said. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I leaned over to kiss him and could feel his dick, hard already, through the denim. I could taste the beer on his breath as we kissed, and gradually unzipped his pants. He reached down to unbutton them, and I grabbed his dick through his boxers.
He pulled back from the kiss with a small moan, then leaned in again as I circled my thumb around the head of his cock, still inside his boxers. "That feels good," he said as I moved to kiss his neck. I told him to lie down and straddled him, rubbing my crotch against his as I licked his earlobe. We continued making out for a few more minutes, gyrating against each other, until I told him to stand up.
He stood up and I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. His dick was about 6.5" long and thick. I leaned forward on the couch and slowly licked around the head of his cock before flicking my tongue against it rapidly.
He gasped when I took his cock in my mouth and I felt his hands work their way through my hair. I fondled his balls as I continued to suck his dick, paying special attention to the head. When I heard him groan, I abruptly pulled my head back. He looked down to see why I'd stopped.
"Take your pants off, and get on your knees," I said. Wide eyed, he kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants down while I unzipped my pants and sat down on the couch, my own 7" dick pointing toward my bellybutton.
He got on his knees and hesitantly wrapped his hand around my cock before taking a deep breath and taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. He began to suck noisily, stopping every few minutes to lick and suck the head of my dick. He was just getting into the rhythm of things when I grabbed his head and pulled his face up for a kiss.
We kissed quickly, hungrily, then I grabbed his hands and we stood up. I dropped to my knees and licked his balls, then slowly licked up the underside of his cock before I began sucking him, grabbing the shaft and jerking with one hand while I tugged at his sack with the other one. I was moving faster and faster now, hearing him moan as he grabbed the back of my head.
I could tell he was getting close and I grabbed my own cock and began jerking myself off while sucking his dick, moving my head up and down in rapid motions, circling my tongue around the head of his cock while jerking the shaft with one hand.
I could feel myself getting close but held back until he moaned loudly and I felt his balls tighten up. He looked toward the ceiling as he grunted and shot his load into my mouth, fucking my face as much as he could. As his cum, warm and slightly bitter, hit the back of my throat, I shot my own load onto his leg and the floor.
I swallowed every drop and then licked his cock clean. He looked down at me, breathing hard, then said, "That was fucking awesome!"
I winked at him. "Thanks. You were getting pretty good at sucking dick before I stopped you."
He chuckled. "I think I could do a few other things well, too."
I thought about the bottle of lube in my nightstand and said, "I bet there is. Let's find out."