GAY EROTIC STORY
"Pushing Limits"

It’s late Friday afternoon at The Saddle – the bear and leather crowd’s bar of choice – and I’m pissing a stream into the urinals. The guy beside me is doing likewise.
“You’re Kirk?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“If I buy the beer, could we talk? My name’s Brent.”

He’s a well-built guy – and well hung, from what I can see – and I judge from his expression that he’s not playing games. I think, why not? “Sure.”

A few minutes later, he’s setting down two drafts. “The bartender told me this is what you usually drink.”

“Thanks,” I say, gesturing with my mug. “So, what’s on your mind?”

“This is difficult ... I’m not sure how ...” He tries again. “When I first saw you a couple of months ago, you turned me on, although I figured you were a top, like me.”
“I’m flattered.”

“That’s not all of it. How do I say this? Okay, I’ve heard that you like doing certain things with the men you take home.” And he expels a big breath of air and looks at me intently.

“You seem to know a lot about me,” I say, watching his reaction. But he doesn’t look apologetic, which is good, so I continue. “Let’s even the playing field. Why are you telling me this?”

“I want to try those things with someone I trust.”

“Why do you think you can trust me?”

“You’re not arrogant or pushy. And I’ve seen you walk out of here alone, which suggests you can take it or leave it.”

Brent looks more relaxed now, as if he’s gotten rid of a major burden – and he intrigues me. I’m a bit surprised I haven’t noticed him. Although I’m normally attracted to bigger, burly guys, his impressive shoulders and biceps signal that he’s in great shape. Also, the neck of his t-shirt is topped by a fringe of hair. I’m tempted.
“Why do you want to try these ‘things’?” I ask.

“A few weeks ago, a guy had me doing stuff I’d never done – and I realized I had a lot to learn about myself. Unfortunately, he doesn’t live anywhere near here. By the way, this is not about bondage or heavy-duty pain. I’m talking about a man who helps me explore my limits.”

“Well, you’re certainly being up front. That’s a real plus. And you’ve obviously got a good body. So, okay. How about tonight – assuming you don’t work Saturdays?”
“I’m free till Monday.”

“Good. So here’s what you do. Just before you leave for my place, clean yourself – deep inside. Time your arrival for nine o’clock, and be sweating when you show up. Don’t use cologne. Here’s my address,” and I write it on the back of a coaster.
“Thank you,” he said.

“Hold on. I’m not finished. I’ll leave the basement entrance open at the side of the house. Lock it behind you and go into the first room on your left. Put all your clothes on the bench just outside the bathroom, not the padded one, and wait for me. Now, any questions?”

“None that can’t wait.”

“We’ll see what we discover.”

“Yes, sir.” he says, “ and thanks.” I notice his solid butt as he walks to the exit.

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