That was how he came to find a bar, tucked away on a quiet back street, that he felt much more suited to.
However, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself in the way that some of those guys clearly craved. His dress sense was a little dull, he realised, looking at some of the outrageous things a few of the boys were wearing out. He had his boyish good-looks and an athletic build, with strong shoulders from his many years of playing the drums for his old band. However, here the rules were all different here.ĭan had to admit that he hadn’t expected it all to be so hard. To the girls, Dan’s pepper gray hair made him appear distinguished. But even the small successes were hollow. If he got up on the dance floor, he felt the judgemental eyes of them all, wondering what the old guy was doing there. Being over twenty-five seemed to automatically discount him from being flirted with. Going to the big gay clubs had certainly been an error.
He began to feel like an old man amongst a sea of slender, fun-loving gay guys, who clearly felt none of the guilt about their sexuality that had plagued Dan’s life up until now. Like his father before him, Dan’s hair was prematurely turning a little gray in places. He couldn’t help feeling that he had missed out when he was younger fresh out of the box and ready to take on one sexy guy after another. Having only recently decided to explore his attraction to guys, at the grand old age of thirty, he had frequented many different gay venues and left them all feeling completely out of place. The gay scene was such a bizarre place and Dan had struggled to find his way within it. “Maybe you’d like to come for a drink with me this evening, while I’m still around…”ĭaddy? Was that guy really serious, grumbled Dan to himself as he took himself off home alone. Sporting prowess is in our genes,” he boasted, filling his enormous chest with air. “That’s going to be me too soon, you know? When they signed my brother up, they specifically said that they wanted to see me play as well. If the brother had made it, why couldn’t he make it to the major football clubs too? “You heard about that, huh?” he smiled. Now, however, he had come to realise that it was a pretty awesome way to pick up girls who might just have assumed him to be a simple dumb jock.
When he’d first heard about his brother’s professional football contract, his immediate feelings had been of overwhelming jealousy.
“I heard about your brother getting signed up professionally,” Macey smiled, looking up at the big hunk of a football player. He’d heard that she had been a gymnast before taking on physiotherapy and Scott had yet to come across a single girl with that sort of flexibility who wasn’t fucking awesome in bed. He listened to her speaking, imagining those pretty lips of hers sliding over his dick. Scott’s mind raced with all of the dirty things he wanted to do with her. And she was so fucking hot, with those tits and pert, round butt, together with that tiny little waist. All those oils being rubbed into his muscular body she wouldn’t be able to resist climbing up onto that table with him. He’d only agreed to an appointment with the physio so that he could have her hands running down his body, working his shoulders and back. Scott perched himself against the doorframe, pumping his bicep and staring down at Macey with a flirtatious smile.