Sex Degrees of Separation by Monsoon Patrick

Author:Monsoon Patrick [Patrick, Monsoon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Kyle & Jake (2010)

Kyle wasn't even sure why he kept coming back to this hole in the wall. It's not like he ever met any one of substance. He reminded himself that it was the only gay bar in a hundred mile radius, and that he had never had any luck with online dating. So there he sat, alone on a Saturday night, drinking his discounted beer and staring at the wall. He had long since given up hope that someone would approach him other than the bartender wanting a tip for serving him more beer.

The club was typically busy around midnight. Young, buff, effeminate boys danced shirtless on the three square inches that the club owner called a dance floor. Kyle eyed the young boys with trepidation while simultaneously dreading the twenty-mile car ride home. Being alone at the end of the night was almost as bad as crawling into bed alone. Signaling to the bartender for another beer, he let his head drop, hanging inches from the bar.

Kyle felt a cool breeze at his back, a sign of the door swinging open and bringing ten or so more guys. With the addition of the newcomers, the sound level rose to deafening new heights and Kyle instantly felt a headache coming on. The bartender slid an icy bottle across the bar, shooting a smooth smile in Kyle's direction which he responded to by throwing a five on the bar.

"Keep it," he yelled over the pulsing techno music.

Nodding his thanks, the bartender slid the bill into a cash register behind the bar. "You alone?" the bartender mouthed over the blaring music.

Kyle nodded his head. "Chronically," he shouted back.

Cocking one eyebrow the bartender leaned over the bar. "I get off in twenty minutes. You don't have to be alone tonight."

He flashed another smile. Rolling his eyes, Kyle excused himself from the bar, a new beer in his hand, and made his way to the back of the club.

Kyle could make this trip in his sleep. He slowly wormed his way through the dance floor, bypassing the hall marked "Restrooms," going out into the alley for a smoke and a piss. He hated pissing in the club because he always felt like guys were trying to get a peek at his dick. Not many people even knew that alley was there, so nine times out of ten he could piss and smoke completely alone.

Digging a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he stuck the last one between his lips and let the crumpled pack fall to the pavement. Doing a quick survey of his pockets and coming up empty-handed, Kyle let out an exhausted "Fuck." He must have left his lighter in the car. Tucking the unlit cigarette behind his ear, he looked around the alley to make sure he was alone before turning to the brick wall of the building next door. Pulling down his zipper, he reached into his jeans and pulled out his soft cock.

Letting it hang from his fly, Kyle let loose a stream of piss on the wall, sighing with relief.

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