He said he wanted to meet up somewhere. Somewhere semi public yet private. He made it clear he wasn't out, only curious.
"Let's just meet up and see if there is anything there, you know, any sexual chemistry..."
"Sure, yeah, I know what you mean. Where would you feel comfortable meeting?"
"There's this corner bar, the one with the airplane on the outside. You know the one, I'm sure. Let's meet there..."
"Deal." I agreed.
I awaited him while I sipped on a cold frothy beer. He slipped onto the bar stool next to me.
"Hey, let's go outside and chat, it's too stuffy in here..."
He glanced sideways at me, cocked his head, winked his eye, grinned a sweet grin and licked his lips.
We found our way into a dark alley.
"So?" He asked. "You feel anything?"
"Yes." I confessed.
"Good, so do I. I feel it right here..."
He grabbed my wrist, pushing my hand against his crotch, where I felt his jeans pulsate.
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