The bar is dark and crowded and the music plays.
There you are my friend.
We've laughed and talked before, superficial, noting more. But wait-- this time--
Your eyes, they're deeper tonight. What do they see? They draw me to you. You take my hand and bring it to your mouth. You lick the back of my hand, I in return taste that spot. I taste you.
The bar is dark and crowded, and the music plays.
You stand before me, I smell beer and leather, the bar is cool beneath my hand.
I have forgotten my drink.
You lick my arm, I stand, and draw closer.
I lift your face, my God how deep your eyes are. I hold your face in my strong hand, I pull you to me, our lips meet, a touch, a spark, a taste, my tongue caresses your lips, you taste my mustache, I feel your breath. I drink the moisture from your mouth.
The bar is dark and crowded, and the music plays.
You lean into me, your face pressed against the leather of my shirt. I pull your head closer to me, I kiss the top of your head. I smell your hair, a mans smell, a little musky, a little sweaty, my teeth press into your head, you lean in tighter.
I lift your face again, your eyes are closed, your lips are parted, I kiss you with a fire that has smoldered these long aching minutes. I crush your lips to mine, my tongue probing, tasting. You exhale, I take your breath, I hold it, I exhale, you take my breath, we share the same breath over and over, until I need air.
The bar is dark, and the music plays.
I lock your hands behind your back, I tilt your head, my hot breath, a growl in your ear. My teeth gently bite your ear, then harder down your neck. I hold your neck tightly, as I pull you closer to me.
I open my shirt, you lick my chest, I slide my hand down the back of your shirt. I feel your muscles tensing against my hand. Again I smell the manliness of you. More sweat, more musk, the heat of a boy's passion.
I lift your face to mine, I kiss your lips, your eyes, your throat, your chest, I taste your saltiness. I force the side of my hand into your mouth and order you to bite me, "no boy harder". There are tears in your eyes.
I crush your face to the leather of my shirt, I lock my arms around your head, fiercely. Your breath in rhythm with mine.
The bar is dark, the music plays.
We are locked in an age old embrace, Sir and boy. We don't move. Nothing moves
The music plays.

The bar is dark and crowded and the music plays.
I draw back and look into your eyes, finally I see what those deep dark eyes see. I kiss your lips tenderly, I draw back further.
The bar is cool beneath my hand, the ice in the drink has melted. We both smile a sad smile. I have to leave. I kiss you good bye, you whisper "thank you Sir".

As the bar door closes behind me----- the music plays.