Page 41 of Sight Unseen

For someone who wasn’t all that fond of dancing, I outdid myself. I danced with abandon with a man who wasn’t Jon or Cody. A man who was careful of my needs, and every now and then squeezed my arm to let me know he was there. I knew where he was though; the distinct scent of Blu and sandalwood was signature.

I had no way of knowing whether the hands roaming my backside and occasionally hitting my crotch were Blu’s or whether the tongue trailing down my collarbone was his amidst the overwhelming scent of other men’s sweat and cologne around me, but I didn’t care. It was good to be wanted, even if it was by random men or women. There’d been a few of them goosing me, their perfume unmistakeable, their soft hands brushing my arm and the bare skin of my throat and chest.

“You are so sexy,” Blu murmured in my ear as his hand slid over my belly, its heat and caress causing my cock to reach the near-exploding point. “You look fantastic. All eyes are on you. They want you, Nate. So do I.”

“Yeah?” I managed to pant out in between hard breaths. “Well, all good things come to those who wait. Now, dance with me some more.”

I lost myself in the rhythm of the music, flaunting my body and basking in the knowledge I still had “it” made this seem like old times. It was a welcome reminder that things could be normal.

Finally, when my bladder could last no longer, I reached out for Blu, hands searching, and found myself pressed against a highly aroused male form. Corded arms encircled my waist and pulled me closer, the smell of male sweat intoxicating.

“You okay?” Blu shouted over the music.

“I need the can desperately. Would you take me there?”

Within seconds I was being hustled off the dance floor, through clutching hands, ribald comments and jokes as Blu no doubt hauled me in the direction of the bathroom. I guessed the dancers thought we couldn’t wait to get there for another reason.

It took a while to move away but finally the music faded, the air got cooler, and a door squeaked.

“We’re in the bathroom,” Blu said. “There’s an empty stall. You want that or the urinal?”

“Stall, please.” I didn’t pee in front of people in case I missed the basin.

I held Blu’s arm again and he stopped, and there was a waft of air as a door was pushed open. “There you go, all yours. I’m going to wait outside, if you like, then we can go back to the table, have another drink?”

I nodded, found the door and closed it, slipping the lock. I unzipped myself with a sigh of relief, and felt around for the bowl with my foot, then I aimed and fired.

True to his word, Blu was waiting for me when I walked out and soon we were seated once again at the table.

Another beer found its way into my hand and I drank from it thirstily. I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled over at Blu, who was seated next to me, much closer than he’d been before.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered as his hot tongue lapped at my ear. “Sorry, I can’t help myself. I had to taste you.”

I closed my eyes and gave over to the sensations of lust and desire coursing through me. I was about to break my own rule about no sex on a first meet. I needed sex tonight. A blowjob would be good, but even better would be someone pounding me into the mattress. I had no problem returning the favor. It would be fun having someone’s hand guide me inside them; the sanctity of that place invaded through nothing more than touch.

“You want to come home with me?” I breathed out the words as Blu nibbled on my ear. “Suzanne will drive me home, you could follow. Spend the night.”

His hand caressed my chin and then my lips. “Nothing I’d like more,” he said softly. “But I think I’m going to take it easy with you. I like you, Nate. I don’t want this to be another sex-fueled evening. I think I’d rather wait, and ask you out on a date.”

I opened my eyes and stared at him indignantly. “You’re turning me down? You know how horny I am?”

He chuckled, his lips brushing my cheek. “I know because I feel the same. Blu has blue balls, buddy, blue balls. But think how good it will be after dinner and some wine, and getting to know each other a bit more.” He laughed huskily. “Plus your lady friend threatened to cut my blue balls off if I took advantage of you. So you can stop pouting, even though it’s adorable.”

Halle-fucking-lujah. I still have it. Sex appeal.

“I’m not pouting,” I denied, and a smile curved my lips. “Well, maybe a little. And Suzanne talks too much. If I want to get laid, I’ll damn well get laid.”

Blu laughed. “So how does Saturday sound for date night? I’ll come over, pick you up and we’ll take it from there.”

“I suppose it’ll do.”

My Fleshjack will get a good workout tonight. It’s crap I have to wait until Saturday to get laid though.

Something inside me twinged—a sudden snap of guilt, a feeling of regret of something not quite right. I liked Blu, but something was telling me I was rushing things. I quashed the feeling and ignored it. I was single, and a healthy sexual man. There was nothing to feel bad about.

A soft bosom pressed against my back in a hug. “Nate, you looked like you were having fun for a man who didn’t want to dance. You both looked great out there.” Suzanne flopped down on my other side. “Whew, I’m done, it’s one a.m. Do you think you’re ready to leave yet?”

I drained my drink and nodded. “I’m fine with that. Just show me the way out when you’re ready.”