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Soul Food - 1. Soul Food Chapter 1
Soul Food Chapter 1
Friday night, eh? Should be out on a hot date; well, there was none of that, so I was out with my two ex-but-still-part-time lovers and a friend from work. We were in the G-G-Gay Bar, our local and favourite bar in downtown Toronto.
We sat together, talking after a day’s work. The first beer had gone down a treat. I was ready for another. “Sim, your round dude.” I’m not sure why Barry felt the need to remind me or why he enjoyed pronouncing my name incorrectly!
“Barry you are such a fucker. You know it’s pronounced Sheem. Cut it out, what a cool guy sits with us?” He looked hurt at being considered uncool, and I grinned at him, rather than slap him, and went to the bar.
The bartender was young and soooo very hot. He was chatting to a customer when he noticed me. Smiling, he walked toward me trailing a finger along the bar. Blue jeans bonded onto hips so alive Elvis would have been jealous. The buttons strained against a real nice bulge. God please let me unbutton them. One-at-a-time. Damn, he was fine.
“What can I get you, handsome?” Still flashing a whiter than white smile, he put a hand through blond wavy hair and leaned in, his open shirt exposing perfect pecs and pouting nipples, and abs that screamed reach out and touch me. Eyes glued to the perfection before me I didn’t look up until he coughed and I was gazing into his sky-blue orbs. “Or, give you?”
You on a platter, naked, and glistening? His musky cologne was heady; I had to wipe my mouth. “Yeah … three Coronas and a vodka rocks … please.”
“Coming up, gorgeous.” He turned around to get my order. Was it possible for Levis to form around an ass so perfectly? I wanted to reach out and caress it. Then pull him close …. “That’s seventeen dollars please, sexy.” I put a twenty onto his palm and let my fingers linger on his wrist. He leaned closer and shivered as my warm breath tickled his ear. “Keep it.”
“I’m off in an hour.” He leered at me, adjusting his jeans. “You available?”
The baseball bat in my pants twitched. I heard myself saying, “Hey, I’m sorry, but I’m meeting someone later. Another time maybe?” What? Who? Are you insane? Just say yes!
“Too bad, you’re really hot. And that accent.” He licked his lips and leaned his muscular arms on the bar. “I want more of that.” I wanted more too, like his lips around my ….
The drinks clattered on the tray as I regained my composure. “Thanks …uh?”
“Daniel.” Lust darkened his eyes. “Another time then.” I wanted to fall to my knees and pray to the Lords of Lust to make it so.
I dragged my eyes away and carried the drinks to the table. Barry growled as I passed him his vodka. “You make this yourself? Took long enough.”
“I almost made that bartender.” Did I just say that?
“You did what?” Roger stood up, and grabbed a beer for himself and one for Jack.
“Go and have a look. That arse. I mean ass. Smokin!” I sat and sipped my beer and ran my cold hand over my forehead. I’m a social drinker, but thought a swim in a vat of the stuff might cool me off.
Barry took another swallow. “Oh, this I gotta see.” He wandered to the bar. Jack grinned at me and followed Barry. He wiggled his hot tight ass at me. Roger laughed and shook his head.
Jack Preston and Roger Griffiths ran a small publishing company for gay publications. They were friends with benefits. We’d hit it off immediately – the first friends I’d made after escaping from Scotland. I was in Canada on a five-year work visa, two years of which were history.
Barry’s the in-house nutritionist and I’m a personal trainer at World Fitness Gym, where we both work.
I seem to have been very social and found I was on my third beer when Barry nudged me in the ribs. “Sim, tall, dark and bitchin’ gorgeous at eleven o’clock.” I looked over. Barry was right.
He was tall and his upper body a perfect triangle – broad shoulders, his t-shirt tight over bulging biceps and perfect chest, then it traced over a six pack and tucked into slim black jeans. I just stared – his skin looked like dark coffee and I wanted to pull off that t-shirt and take a long drink.
As I managed not to physically drool, there was a brief second where our eyes met, but I dropped mine quickly. It’s rude to stare, at least that’s what mum always told me. But he caught me a couple more times, smiling at me the last time. Damn he was beautiful. Thoughts of us naked together wove themselves through my thoughts. Things were chubbing up in my jeans – again.
Thing is it wasn't the first time I’d seen him. He’d caught me on the two other occasions I’d been scoping him out. Wimp that I am, I couldn’t muster the nerve to talk to him. I swallowed another mouthful of beer.
I needed to pee badly and I made my way through the now-crowded bar to the men’s. I let go into the urinal and groaned with relief. After a quick shake, I shoved my dick back into my jeans and buttoned up. I turned around; my coffee-coloured vision was leaning against the exit. There was a commotion in the hall and banging on the door. My dream man ignored it.
I decided to pretend I’d never seen Mr. Coffee before and washed my hands and headed to the door. Fuck he was big, what 6’ 5” if he was an inch. “Excuse me, please.”
He smiled at me; warm mahogany eyes ran over my body. I wanted to weep. Yeah go ahead, take me! “You’ve been checking me out. And not for the first time either.” His voice was deep and sexy.
You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me
What? Where did that come from? I shook my head. Oh god.
“Sorry, I … well you’re … sorry.” It was like I’d never spoken before with this newly-purchased-mouth.
“You’re Scottish.”
“Aye … yes, I am.”
The guy outside was still banging on the door, trying to get in. My new friend didn’t move. “Let me buy you a drink.”
I pointed out the obvious. “I think he needs the cludgie … uh, toilet.”
“He can wait. Now how about that drink?”
“Oh, that’s not … I mean … we don’t know ….” I stammered and babbled while his grin got bigger. Sim you dimwit, just fucking agree! Looking at my feet for reassurance, I managed control my mouth. “Fuck, sorry. Thank you, that would be nice.”
“Good.” My gorgeous giant moved and opened the door. The poor bastard from outside, ran to the urinal pulling down his zip and dragging out his dick as he passed us. “Assholes!”
My new friend was still holding the door for me. “After you.”
“Thank you.” I felt his hand on my lower back as we returned to the bar. Mmm, possessive already. I kinda liked it.
“You okay if we sit here … alone?” He found us a small table in the corner. Sit? Sure I’ll be the one on your lap!
I sat down, and he sat across from me. Shit, he was gorgeous. “I’m Ryan.” He put his hand out; I shook it. It was big and warm and I just wanted to kiss it.
I’m yours baby, let’s have a honeymoon then get married! “Sim.”
“Sim?” I could see Ryan thinking about that.
I smiled. “Sim is Gaelic for Simon.”
The waiter, Jeffrey, arrived to take our order. He leaned down to hear what Ryan was saying and winked at me and mouthed the word nice. I smiled at him, like a moron.
Once Jeffrey had moved on, Ryan looked at me; he repeated my name. “I like it, it’s different. But so are you.”
“Am I?” Ryan was making me feel like maybe I was.
Our drinks arrived and Ryan paid the waiter. He handed me a Corona. Lover boy was observant too since he hadn’t asked me what I’d like.
“Thank you.” I squeezed in the lime and licked my fingers slowly before taking a sip of beer.
Ryan watched me and smiled. “You’re welcome. I like that, your accent I mean.” He took a drink. “So, were you checking me out?”
I grinned; the alcohol I’d consumed so far had pushed away my shyness. “Aye, I canna help it, you’re really attractive.”
Ryan leaned toward me. He was big and his neck was the size of my thigh. I wanted to kiss it. “Sim, I’d really like to talk to you, have a chance to get to know you, but it’s too loud in here. Can I take you out for a bite to eat maybe?” There was a glow to Ryan’s beautiful skin and I just wanted to touch him.
There was silence as I gazed at him; Ryan snapped his fingers. I blinked. “Now, you mean?” Yes, now you dolt.
“Yeah, if you’re good with that, if you want to.” Ryan finished his drink in two swallows.
“Ryan, I’d really like that too.” I looked around to see my buddies watching us. “Let me just say goodnight to my friends.”
“Sure, I’ll meet you outside, okay.” Ryan stood up. It wasn’t a question, more of an order, which I felt compelled to obey.
“Aye, yes, I’ll be right there.” I grinned at him and walked over to see the boys, barely able to contain my excitement. After seeing Ryan fill the doorway and go out, I pumped my fist in victory!
Roger was smiling. “How’d you hook him, Sim?”
“Sim, you’re such a slut.” Barry was drunk.
“Barry, you just wish you were me.” I looked at the other two. “His name’s Ryan, and we’re going to get something to eat. I’ll just head home after that. I’ll see you guys on Monday.”
As I walked away, Jack caught up and stopped me. He was sober and stared at me with his beautiful lion’s eyes. They matched his mane of thick golden hair. “Sim, you be careful, okay? You don’t know this guy.”
“Jackie, I’ll be okay. But thanks. He seems like a decent guy.” I hugged his slim body and he wrapped his arms around me. Jack’s a good friend.
“You fucking call me in an hour, okay, or I’ll call you.”
I knew he was worried so I promised I would call. I showed him my phone was on. I hugged him again and kissed his cheek. “Love you.”
I appreciate his help and support. Mistakes are my own.
Thank you for reading.
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