Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2012 11:13:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Anthony Palazzo <apalazzo198@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vintage Thrills 1. Chilidog Dinner

Sometime in the early seventies I began to check out some of the Manhattan
gay bars.  By the time I was 32 or 33yrs of age, I recognized and began to
accept my bi-sexuality.  I used free afternoons, and the occasional evening
when I could get away, to drop in on a variety of bars, gradually narrowing
it down to a couple that appealed.

For awhile I enjoyed a bar called "Brothers" on West 46th Street.  There
was a small friendly crowd that would begin to gather there each afternoon
at 4pm.  The bartender was a young blond muscle hunk who made sure that all
the regulars knew each other. He had a small part in the Broadway musical
"Hair," and entertained us with backstage stories about the cast.

I got into the practice of dropping into Brothers once a week or so, and
one afternoon happened to sit near one of the regulars named Ed.  Ed was a
tall, thin, laid-back guy with a ready smile and friendly manner.  We began
talking, and hit it off.  It was clear to both that the other was
interested in more than casual conversation.  After a few weeks of
flirting, it was destined that we were headed for bed.  Ed knew that I was
married; I always wore my wedding ring.  He was single, but had no
prejudices against married men.  It developed that he actually was living
with someone, but they were "just friends."  It seems that Ed and his
roomie were romantically involved briefly in the past but were now just
buddies.

"We do crawl into bed to snuggle now and again," he said, "but the heavy
stuff is behind us."


Okay.  I can believe that.  Ed's roomie, John was one of the Brothers'
regulars and I knew him slightly.  According to Ed, John was following our
romance closely at the bar, and was encouraging its progression.  I
remember being somewhat taken aback when Ed said that most of the regulars
in the bar had been to bed with each other at one time or another.  I was
still new enough to the gay scene to be surprised and a bit shocked to hear
this.

But I was definitely interested in having our relationship - mine and Ed's
- move into Ed's bedroom.  When the invitation for "dinner" came I was
ready.  A date about a week into the future was decided upon and we were to
meet at the bar and travel together uptown to Ed's place.

Chilidog Dinner

Ed and I are riding uptown on a subway car making smalltalk on the way to
his apartment.  After what seems like a long trip, we finally arrive and
walk the short distance to his place.  A friendly cat greets us when we
arrive.  No sign of the roommate.  Ed confides that he told John that he
was entertaining and so John has made himself scarce for a few hours.

"Does John know that it's me you're entertaining?"  "Oh, yeah; he can't
wait to hear the details."

"Well, I hope the whole bar won't be hearing the details."

Nervous laughter.


During this exchange Ed has busied himself in the kitchen, clattering pots
and pans.  I walk into the kitchen to join him after having a look around
the living room.  He and John have some pictures and interesting things
lying around. There is a bicycle in the hallway, and a huge silk screened
type abstract print on the wall behind it..

"By the way, what do you do?" I ask.  "I mean, what kind of work do you
do."  Ed becomes quiet and looks a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, I'm a writer, sort-of."  "Oh, what kind of writing?  Who do you work
for?"

"Oh, oh, nothing like that.  I just write.  I mean I write for myself.  I'm
hoping to write a

novel."

"I see, that's exciting.  I always loved writing.  I mean English class and
all that."

"Yeah, but you see, actually I'm a messenger.  Like, to pay the bills."

"That's fine," I soothe.  I understand now why he was a bit uncomfortable
as this

conversation started.  I rush to assure Ed that I don't care what kind of
work he does, and was just curious.  "Just making conversation.  I only
asked because I thought that with all the prints around you might be in the
arts or something."

"Yeah, yeah.  Well I do feel a little funny about the mindless job I have.
Especially when I meet obviously educated people like you."

"Obviously educated?  What do you mean?"

"Well, the way you dress and everything.  I can tell that you have some
sort of professional job.  Didn't you say that you're a manager of some
sort?"

"Yeah, something like that.  How's the chili coming along?"

"Well it's gonna be a while.  I've got it goin now.  Why don't we relax
with a beer or glass

of wine while it cooks."


He leans over and kisses me, and we exchange a friendly grope.  "Let's save
the good part until after dinner," he says.  "Somethin to look forward to.

OK?"

I smile and nod yes, as we walk back into the living room. Ed walks past me
into another room.  He returns wearing a robe and carrying a second one.

"Hey, why don't you take your clothes off.  And put this on. With all the
cat hair on the furniture, don't want you to get it all over your clothes.
It's an old trick I use to get my guests naked," he adds with a laugh.

So I strip and put on the robe while Ed looks at the cooking.  He returns,
looks at me, and in a flash, he's all over me.  He runs his hand around my
hairy chest and we kiss.  And again.  And some more.  And now Ed is going
down to his knees.  He parts the robe and swallows my dick.  Hungrily he
sucks it and then takes it out, looks at it, and proceeds to lick it. Up
one side down the other.  "Look at me."

"What?"  "I'd like it if you look me in the eyes while you suck me," I say.

He complies immediately.  Staring into my eyes as he sucks my cock with
enthusiasm.

I draw Ed up to his feet, and we kiss some more.  I lie him down on the
couch, and begin to caress his body.  I start to suck him. He closes his
eyes and murmurs approving sounds.  I climb over him into a sixty nine
position, one foot on the floor and the other extended on the arm of the
couch.  My dick is hanging above Ed's head, and he reaches up with his
mouth and grabs it between his lips like a kitten would jump for a ball of
string.  I sink down on top of him and we enjoy sweet sucking bliss for
just a few minutes before I feel myself coming.  I signal my excitement
with unintelligible moans.  Ed's cock has gotten bigger and harder in my
mouth and is twitching wildly. We both come off together, moments apart.
He swallows my load while I jerk his off on to his stomach and chest.  It's
all over my hands and forearm. Quite a load.  I move around, resting half
on top and half next to Ed's wet body. We kiss and smile into the others'
face.

"First time sex and we come together," I observe.

"We should have waited.  It was good, but I was really enjoying that horny
feeling of

wanting you.  I wonder if the chili burned."

I am too polite to remind him that he started the lovemaking.  He stumbles
to his feet and

is in the kitchen.


"Well, it burned a little on the bottom of the pot, but I think it's okay.
Wash up and come

in and try it."

The chili wasn't half bad.  The chili dog that served as appetizer was
better than okay.  The memory of it cried out for more.  At the time I was
in my early thirties, Ed also was not older than 35 years, and so both of
us were ready for seconds in less than an hour.

We started playing grab-ass as we did the dishes, and although everything
didn't get perfectly washed and dried, we were out of the kitchen in record
time.  This time we walked past the living room as Ed led the way into the
bedroom beyond.

With a big comfortable bed to fool around on, and with the urgency of the
desperate first fuck out of the way, Ed and I settled into long, slow,
unhurried lovemaking.

"You know, I'd like to watch your mouth on my cock TOO," my partner
declares.

"Oh, sure. I'd love to be your suck-slave, baby.  How's this?  Mmmm, your
sweet prick

tastes so good.  Must be that dried up cum from cocktail hour.  Watch me
lick the head

like a lollipop."


Ed starts to pull my balls down as he applies suction to my dick.  He seems
to be trying to stretch my ballsack.  What is this about?  It gets
uncomfortable and I push his hand away. I should have done so sooner.  My
balls will ache for several days after this encounter.


The second cum takes at least three quarters of an hour, maybe more.  It
was lazy; it was fun.  We tried several different positions, and varied
techniques. This time we don't come off together, but pretty close to it.
It seems that Ed and I are quite sexually compatible.

As I'm dressing and checking my watch, I'm thinking of the sex games we can
try in the future.

"Could we get together next week?" Ed asks, breaking my reverie.

"Well, actually I have an important family function next week and I'm gonna
be kind of busy."

And thus Ed began to learn about the trials of getting involved with a
married man.