I approached the door. My mouth went dry and sweat rolled down my sides. I was about to enter my first gay bar. And, it was a leather bar at that. 



“Not everyone will be in leather,” the bartender had told me when I called earlier in the evening. 



Before leaving the house, I had carefully shaved my lower neck, taken a shower and washed my hair. I combed my hair to try and hide my receding hairline. When you pushing forty there’s not much you can do to hide the years. Mother Nature always wins in the end. But, sometimes it works.

No more excuses. It was time to venture forth. 

And, now, here I was. “Five dollar cover,” the guy at the door told me. I surrendered the bill without comment and went inside, my heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon. 



I guess I expected the place to be totally different from any other bar I’d ever been it. It wasn't, except that there were no women. The air was thick with smoke and music blasted from the jukebox, just like any neighborhood watering hole. 



“Yes, sir, can I get you something?” the bartender asked, smiling a friendly smile under his bushy mustache. 



“A Miller.” He gave me the beer and I drifted off to begin my explorations. There were two other rooms in addition to the main one. The middle room had a dance floor and another full sized bar. The third room had a couple of pinball machines, a pool table and a smaller bar. All three rooms were packed with men. 



I paced restlessly from one room to the next and back again. All of my previous cruising had been done in parks or in game arcades. I wasn’t  used to the low light of this leather bar and I found it almost impossible to tell much about any of the guys from more than a couple of feet away. So, finally, I decided to stop moving. “Let them cruise me,” I thought. I didn’t  have long to wait. 



The spot I had chosen was a little niche beside the door leading from the front to the middle room. I figured that would allow me a fairly good look at any potential partner as he passed by. A couple of guys went by and gave me they eye, but they looked too young. Not that I really knew what I was looking for, but I do like a man a little closer to my age, and older than me can be just fine, too. Anyway, if nothing else, I began to feel more comfortable in my surroundings.

And just then I became aware of how comfortable I was getting, I looked across the room and noticed a very interesting man. I also noticed he was watching me. Slowly he began to move in my direction. He was about my height, had on a jeans jacket, a plaid shirt, well-worn Levi's, work shoes and a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. As he got closer I could see that his black beard had a fair amount of gray in it. His eyes never left me as he passed. Then he took a position along the opposite wall and turned around to face me again. 



We stood there, eyeing each other, for what felt like the longest time, neither of us willing to make the first move. Then he nodded. And I nodded in response.  Should I make a move now, or should I wait? I couldn’t make up my mind. Another couple of swallows and my beer was drained, and I was left pretending that I was sipping on something other than air. 



Finally, he started to move in my direction. My heart was pounding again. And then, he walked right past me. “Son of a bitch,” I thought to myself. “What am I doing here? A complete waste of time and money.” 



“Thirsty?” a deep voice asked from behind me. I turned to see my friend standing behind me with two cans of beer in his hand. 



“Yeah, thanks,” I said, reaching for the offered can. We talked about the weather and the local sports teams, and we sucked on our beers, and we eyed each other. Fun stuff.



“My name’s Steve,” he said. 



“Bob,” I responded, shaking his hand. 



Steve moved closer and rubbed his knee against mine. “Do you come here a lot?” he asked, his hand sliding up my thigh. 



“N, no,” I stammered. “In fact I've never been here before.” His touch was like an electric shock. I could feel my cock hardening. 



“You look hot,” he said, with sexy sympathy. He loosened another button on my shirt and slipped his hand inside and rubbed the dense hair on my chest. His hand felt cool against my skin. My cock jumped when he pinched my nipple. 



“I am hot,” I gasped. “In more ways then one.” He moved in closer and licked my ear. He followed my beard line across my cheek to my lips. His tongue darted into my mouth.



Normally, I would have been put off by the other men around us watching. But that night with Steve I didn’t  care. I had never been so excited before. Maybe being surrounded by the other men was part of it. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I only knew that I had to have this man.



“Do you live near here?” I managed to ask, sliding my hand inside his shirt. 



“Near enough.” 



“My car is over here,” he said after we left the bar. “The green Pontiac.” 



“Mine’s right here,” I said, indicating the white Mustang GT right outside the door. 

I followed him to a small house a couple of miles away. He led me through a comfortably furnished house full of lush plants and traditional furniture. 



“Where’s the john?” I asked, needing to get rid of some of the beer I’d had at the bar. 

When I had finished my business, I turned out the light and opened the door. The only light in the bedroom was a small spotlight on the floor pointing up towards the ceiling, its beam filtered through a grouping of tropical plants. Steve was standing there waiting for me, his shirt open, his baseball cap tossed onto a chair. 

Jesus, he was bald! There was not a hair on the top of his shiny done. And, for some reason I found this exciting. I guess he reminded me of Sean Connery, someone I had always found terribly sexy and attractive.

Steve held out his hand and I slowly went to him. As we kissed, my hands roamed up and down his back. I slid his shirt off and nibbled on his hairy shoulders. He fumbled with my shirt buttons and my shirt joined his on the floor.  We eased onto the bed, all the while continuing to explore each other with our hands. Everywhere Steve touched me my skin tingled. I had never felt this way before. 



“You feel so good,” he said in a voice so low I could barely hear him. 



“So do you,” I told him as I stroked his hairy chest. 



He reached for something on the nightstand. “This won’t hurt,” he promised. He snapped a leather cock ring around my dick and balls and then put one on himself. 

Nibbling, licking, and kissing, Steve worked his way down from my ears to the chest to my belly. I rubbed the top of his head, his ears, his jaw, his muscular back. I felt like a bow string, taunt and expectant. He engulfed my cock, and my back arched up off the pillow strewn bed. His finger slowly entered my tight ass.



“Oh, god, that's good,” I moaned as his beard rubbed my hairy belly. I felt like I was going to explode any minute. He knew how close I was and backed off. He worked his way down my leg to my foot. Then kneeling between my legs, he stroked his cock until pre-cum was streaming out of the end of it, as it was from mine.



“God, you're beautiful,” he murmured, and I felt he really meant it. 

The next thing I knew, he had a tube of lube and a rubber in his hand. I raised my legs and rested my legs on his chest. I knew he wouldn’t  hurt me. I trusted him completely. He raised one of my feet to his mouth and kissed the bottom of it. Then he sucked on the big toe and all the others in turn, licking between them. I was in ecstasy. He smeared our ample pre-cum all over my cock, my balls and my ass.



“Fuck me,” I whispered. 

I don’t usually get fucked. And, when I did, it always hurt. But somehow I knew that would not be the case with Steve. He spread the lube around and into my ass, then rolled on the rubber. I offer my ass to him, and he slowly entered me. As I expect, there was pain, but only for a few seconds, and then there was only pleasure. Steve probed me gently, a look of concern on his face.



“Give it to me,” I moaned, pushing my ass towards him to relieve him of his concern. I stroked his face, his sides, his heaving, hairy chest, and slowly, he increased his tempo.



“You're so tight,” he marveled, sweat rolling down his chest and back and dripping onto me. I was beyond speech. As far as I knew, nothing else existed in the world except our two bodies locked together in mutual passion. I tightened my ass muscles and Steve gasped. The only sounds were our breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. 



“You're so good, so fucking good,” Steve grunted as he increased his tempo. 



He knew I was getting close. “Give it to me, Steve,” I urged him. “Give it to me!” 
His thrusts increased even more until I was bent over further than I would have ever thought possible. 



“Now,” he cried out. “Now!” I clamped my ass around his plunging cock to intensify his wrenching orgasm. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply. 



After slowly withdrawing, Steve went into the bathroom and disposed of the rubber. 



“Are you all right?” he asked, collapsing on the bed next to me when he returned. 



“Oh, yeah,” I answered right away, then kissing the top of his bald head, the eyelashes, his nose. “Are you?” 



“I'm great.” 



“I know.” We steeled into each other's arms and lay there for a while not saying anything, just feeling good with each other. I had never felt this way with anyone before. 



“Steve, I know this sounds crazy,” I said, “But I think I love you.” 



He turned to look at me. “I like you a lot, too.” 



I turned away. Who was I kidding? Did I really expect him to say that he loved me, just because I had stupidly said I loved him? I felt like a fool.

“Hey.” He turned my head until I was facing him again.

“I'm all right,” I lied, my eyes misting over.

“It isn’t that easy. I'm kind of in a relationship,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“I understand,” I lied again. I was tired of casual one-night stands. I longed for a real relationship with a real man.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don’t be. I'm a survivor. I'll get over it."

“You're welcome to stay the night,” he offered, pulling me closer. “If you want to.” I didn’t answer, but made no effort to get up. We lay in the dark room, in the dense silence.

“Steve, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“How old are you?”

“53.” he answered, slowly stroking my cock.

“I like that. The maturity, I mean. And you're so sexy and virile. I hope I'm like you when I'm 53.”

“You will be,” he said, pinching my nipples. “If you want to be.” I ran my hand down his chest and into his groin. His cock was getting hard again. He pulled me to him and kissed me, his hands rubbing my ass cheeks. I slid down his body and took his cock into my mouth.

“Oh, baby,” he gasped. “Suck me good. Suck your Daddy.”

“Yes, sir!” I licked and sucked his hairy balls and ran my mouth up and down his now, rock-hard, cock.

“Your mouth looks so good wrapped around my cock,” he gasped. He never took his eyes off my face as I licked and nibbled on his cock.

“Fuck me again?” I asked him.

“Anything you want, baby.” I lay down beside him and raised my legs. He slipped on another rubber and slid inside me. I had never been fucked twice in one night, and I had never ever been fucked without getting a turn of my own. But this was one man I wanted inside me as often and for as long as possible. I wanted to be sure I had plenty of memories of my one night with the sexist man I had ever been with.

“You're so fucking good,” he kept repeating over and over as he pounded my ass.

“Give it to me!” I cried, clutching as his chest. “Fuck me. Let me know I'm being fucked by a man!”

“You are, baby, and you're a man, too.” I was stroking my cock like a mad man, I had to cum. “That's it, baby. Beat that big fat cock of yours. Cum with me.”

“Tell me when,” I gasped, feeling the pressure building in my balls.

“Now, baby. NOW! Cum with your Daddy!” Steve redoubled his speed and pounded into me like a madman.

“Oh, FUCK!” Cum blasted from my cock and splashed my chest and neck, and his. And, at the same time, his torrent flooded my insides.

Steve collapsed on top of me, and after a few seconds, he asked, “Are you OK?”

“Oh, yes.” I kissed his nose. “I'm fine.”

“No, you're great.”

“So are you.” He went into the bathroom and got a damp washcloth so I could wipe the cum off my chest and belly, and his.

“Steve, I've decided to take this one day at a time. All you have to do is call me. I'll be here whenever you want me. I really do like you, you know. And I'm tempted to use the other word, the one you used before? But, I'm not free to. You understand that, don’t  you?”

“Yes, I understand it, even if I don’t  like it.”

“Fair enough. Will you stay the night?”

“Just try and get me out of here before morning.”

“No, thanks, I've got better things to try.”

“Such as?”

“Come here.” I scooted over against him and he wrapped his arms around me. Then he didn’t move for several minutes.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing, baby, I'm just trying something.”

“Oh? Mind telling me what it is?”

“I'm seeing what it feels like to snuggle up and go to sleep with you. That's the sort of thing one does with a lover. And, it has to feel right.”

“What do you mean, with a lover? You said you were involved in a relationship.”

“I said I was kind of in a relationship, yes. I didn’t say I always would be. Things have been pretty shaky for a while now, and every blissful minute I spend in your arms they get just a little bit shakier.”

“You mean?”

“I mean, shhh, baby, go to sleep. Go to sleep now. We'll talk in the morning.”

It's been six months now since that first night, and Steve is still dealing with his old relationship. But, I think things are going more and more my way. In any case, it's become very clear to me that Steve is not the sort to act rashly, or thoughtlessly. I like that in a man. Someday, if things work out, I'll be glad of it in Steve. And someday is worth waiting for.