Indecent Proposal

There came a new guy in the office. He was assigned by the head office to come to coordinate our consulting projects. Just a few days of working together, I found that he was very easy to work with and had a fun personality.

A few months passed by and we had become good buddies, but we basically socialized in the office, rarely after office hours. We started making politically inappropriate jokes. Vaguely and by instinct, I felt he might have detected my sexual orientation based on the jokes he made, although I had no idea how he might get it.

He was not big but meaty enough to make my libido surge whenever he was around me. One time he wore a pair of shorts to the office while I was the only one in the office an afternoon before a long weekend. All other colleagues left for the holidays. I sat in his office and couldn’t move my eyes away from his legs. His legs, meaty and hairy, kept on inviting me to touch them. Although I was able to find some excuses to touch them, I was afraid that my touches would tell all. Those touches made me want more and those unrealized fantasies appeared in my dreams for quite a few days afterwards.

“What had you heard about us in this office before you came?” I popped the question to see what those people in the head office thought about us.

“I heard you are a pansy.” He answered with a smile and a pair of knowing-something eyes.

“What does pansy mean?” I pretended that I didn’t know the meaning of the word. A straight person wouldn’t have known that word with my cultural background and my proficiency in English.

“Girly.” He tried to explain further.

“Girly?” Again, I played an innocent role, giving a vague expression that I either did not know what he said or did not understand why he said that.

Luckily he didn’t pursue the topic further. He might think it was a little too much over. We then talked something else.  

As we got more acquainted with each other, he became even bolder in jokes between us. He sometimes called me back when I was in a rush to head out. Once I showed up in his office and asked what he had in mind, he simply exaggeratedly pouted his lips to give me a few kisses-goodbye. Odd enough, I didn’t feel bad about that kind of joke, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

He frequently called me Fu Manchu as he jokingly claimed that I was playing some scams with him. I always suggested that he and I go to casinos together and I could help him win some money with a very minimal consulting fee, meal allowance, and zero accommodation costs as I could share a hotel room with him. I told him that on a one-on-one basis, I tended to bet on the wrong side. So if I played red or odd with one dollar, he could play ten dollars on black or even. He didn’t believe it. One afternoon when we were alone, I asked him to think a number between 0 and 9, and I bet small or big, small being 0~4 and big being 5~9. The result: I lost 10 out of 15 times we played. He showed some interest but was not fully convinced. He thought it was a coincidence. In the end we did not make any casino trips together, but that kind of teasing opened up something else. 

In an afternoon before a long weekend, we two were alone in the office. We seemed the only two staying in the office before any long weekend while others disappeared. Was it because we cherished that kind of private moments? I brought up the idea of going to casinos again.

“Oh, no! Here comes Fu Manchu again.”

“Some Oriental wisdom is never being appreciated by certain Westerners.”

“Are you now Confucius? No wonder I am confused.”

“Those who believe benefit.” I continued.

“Are you a piece of Fortune Cookie now?”

I smiled.

When I spoke about the casino idea, the scene of a conversation between Demi Moore and Robert Redford came to my mind when he asked her to sleep with him for a price in the movie Indecent Proposal.

“How is the progress of your condo hunting?” I changed the subject.

“We have seen a few condo projects near the SkyDome. We like one particular unit, but it’s kind of expensive, almost half a million for a 1,200 square foot two-bedroom with two parking spots.” 

“The condo prices are rising.” I gave him a sympathetic response. “Are you planning to move in if you buy it?” 

“No, we are thinking of renting it out, and maybe move in when my wife and I retire.”

“Half million for a condo! You must be rich. Let me ask you one provocative question. If you can get that money by having sex with a man, would you do it?”

“No way! You must be kidding.”

“I may be kidding, but think about it more seriously. By sleeping with a man just once, you could get that condo and two parking spots without having to make the downpayment and get a mortgage. Tell me that you are not intrigued. I bet many men would do it.”

He looked at me, shaking his head.

“How about one million?” I doubled the bet.

“No, absolutely not.” His words were firm, but his voice and facial expression made me wonder how strong he stood behind his words.

“Have you seen the movie Indecent Proposal?” 

“No, what’s that about?”

“In the movie, Demi Moore and her husband go to a casino, where she meets a rich man played by Robert Redford. The rich man offers her one million dollar to spend a night with him. In the beginning, she refuses, but in the end, she gives in.” I gave a brief introduction to him. Then I continued:

“One line I always remember is Robert Redford’s comment that Everyone has a price.”

“What is your price?” I raised my eyebrows to show him that I was expecting a figure from him.

He laughed lightly, but did not give me a figure.

“How about just a blow job? 10 minutes for half a million?” I kept on probing as I did not see a wall. “I would.” I tried to encourage him to think about that possibility.

He looked at me with a mysterious smile. That smile was so intriguing that I thought I had better pull out myself from this subject.

“Think about it. Everyone has a price.” I ended the topic and switched to something else. 

His buying a condo became one of our major topics when not talking about business. One day I realized that his wife and kids were in the East to visit her parents. I invited him over to see my place. I told him my place was a good buy.

He came over my place around noon. I treated him with a nicely prepared sandwich with some green salad. 

“For a bachelor, your place is very clean and nicely decorated.”

“Thank you.” I wondered if he noticed that my place was very close to the Village.

I continued, “I do like the place. It’s in a quiet neighbourhood, but very convenient, close to the subway station, supermarkets, and easy to get to the highways. We also have a herbal garden that we can pick up fresh herbs planted by volunteers.”

“Wow, that’s really good, especially for a good cook like you.”

“Sometimes I bring coffee to sit in the garden, to read or just enjoy the sunshine.”

“It’s very quiet here but it’s in the downtown core.” He agreed.

After lunch, we sat in the living room. 

“How long will your wife and kids visit your parents-in-law?”

“It’s been over a week. They will be back next Wednesday.”

“You haven’t done anything adulterous, I suppose?” I liked to tease him.

“No, but it’s not easy.” He looked liked a hungry lion in need of something.

“Not even with your five buddies?” I waved my five fingers.

“I haven’t done that for a while. I am not used to doing it these days.” He replied with a sincere tone.

“Would you like to have some entertainment?” 

“What?!” Apparently he was shocked.

“Let me treat you to something nice.” I gave him a sneaky look and went to find a porn DVD, then turned on the TV. It’s about a massage parlour and stories among the masseuses and their clients.

“Wow!” He sounded like that he welcomed the entertainment program I provided.

“This may be the best thing I can think of when your wife is away.”

It didn’t take long for the movie story to proceed to the core business, as usual. I noticed he was sort of aroused by the scene.

“Would you like to watch this in my bedroom so that you can have some privacy?”

“I should be fine.” 

Even though he said he would be all right, I noticed that his palm was on top of his manhood area, and occasionally pressed down under.

The man turns over. Under the towel, you can imagine an erected manhood. The man says:

“I hope my situation doesn’t bother you.”

“I am used to it. It’s a healthy sign.” The masseuse replies while her hand lightly touches the tip of the mountain. 

The man moans.

“Sorry, my wife has been away for a month, and I haven’t …”

“Poor thing. Let me see what I can do for it.” She gently removes the towel while speaking to him.

She strokes his firm balls then presses hard on the erected manhood. He moans again, this time louder. He rubs her hip with his palm, and she starts to undress herself.

She climbs up on top of him and strokes his manhood with her private part. The man sighs with eyes closed.

I could see my guest was really turned on by the scene. His eyes stared at the screen. He squeezed himself from time to time and I could imagine he was as hard as the man on the massage table.

“This is really hot.” I broke the silence. 

After a few seconds, I said: “Make yourself at home. I don’t mind if you need to entertain yourself here. Honestly speaking, I feel I need to.” My desire helped me step out of my own boundaries.

He didn’t say a word, just keeping on rubbing himself. I didn’t know where my courage was from but I unzipped my shorts and started taking care of my own fire. I didn’t know about him, but it felt like having a threesome - with a man in the screen and the other in my couch. For him, I guessed that masseuse should be hot.

Another minute or two passed. Both of our penises were out. I lowered my pants to expose my butt and my balls. I continued rubbing myself. Before long, he followed. I couldn’t believe my luck that things had turned out this way. I took off my pants completely. I looked at him while rubbing my penis and balls. He removed his pants too. His eyes were moving in between my direction and the TV screen. 

I stood up and took off my T-shirt. Then I walked toward him and sat on the other side of the couch. He took his shirt off too after I sat down, both facing the screen. 

The man and the masseuse are in a 69 position. They move gently. 

The man looked manly, with a hairy chest and meaty body. So did the man three feet away from me. 

The man holds the masseuse from behind. She raises her leg, turning her head to kiss him. The man buries his erection into the deep hole and starts pounding.

The director was very generous, giving us quite a few shots of the man’s butt from behind. My libido surged. I shifted my angle 45 degrees and lifted my right leg onto the couch. I was totally exposed to him. He looked at me, then lowered his eyes to meet with my manhood. He rubbed himself more intensively when staring at my erected pride. 

I touched his butt with my toes, first very gently and occasionally, then more aggressively. I liked the feel of his butt. I inserted my foot further between his butt and the couch. He inhaled deeply. Then he raised his leg to touch mine. That touch was like throwing oil into fire and I could tell it had the same effect on him. We started rubbing each other with our feet.

I lifted myself to climb toward him. My lips touched his hand gently and he moved his hand away. I sniffed around his erected head. His manhood trembled. I touched his balls softly and he moaned. Eventually I swallowed his erection. He moaned again and called my name. 

I raised my head to kiss him. He did not resist. That was a surprise to me. I didn’t expect that he would receive this so well. He opened up his mouth to French-kiss with me. The connection was so deep that I felt in love. In the meantime, our penises had another battle down there, like two gladiators fighting in the arena. I caressed his back and he held my butt.  The kiss was long, but it appeared to be not enough for both of us. I led him to the bedroom while we kissed.

We both lay in bed, side by side. We kissed for another while. In the meantime, our hands were reaching out to explore each other. Then I turned over to give him head. His penis was rock hard. He took mine too. I bet his wife didn't have the skills like I did. Of course, I didn’t miss his balls and perineum.

I took a condom from the bedside stand and put it on him. Then I turned to kiss him. This time I was on top of him. I helped him sit up while I kneeled down on top of him. We kissed and I pressed his hardness with my perineum and my anus. Eventually the battering ram crushed the gates. His eyes were full of lust. I was “full-filled” too. That was a sacred moment that no words could describe. No words were exchanged, just raw emotion and physical sensation. I wondered whether I was an alternative to his wife when he was sexually starved, or he had been wanting to do this with me for a long time. It didn’t matter at that moment. He was in me, and that’s what mattered. I slowly moved to make myself used to the sensation. I held his head and his tongue played with my nipples. I was lost…

He turned me over and started pushing his unquestionable determination into me, though very gently. I wrapped my legs around his butt. I did not bottom often but he made me want more from him. He occasionally stopped to see if I was all right and kiss me. His eyes were full of desire, and they seemed to tell me how much he appreciated what I was doing to pleasure him.

His pace became faster as I stroke myself. Our breathing intensified and our moaning louder. And there came the finale - I screamed when my lust made its destination and the contraction of my behind also caused his eruption out and loud. We kissed vigorously and that helped keep our screaming to a more modest level. 

We both fell asleep afterwards. It might be just a few minutes but I felt recharged.

He broke the silence this time, “Where is my one million?”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you that my price is two million. So you owe me one.” I replied in a business tone.

“Can I offer you a blow job later to pay you back?” This time, his indecent proposal.

“That will do.” We both laughed.

As to whether that was his first time, that would be a million-dollar question.

The Naked Theatre

A Thursday evening, a little chilly, I walked on the Church Street, the epicentre of Toronto’s gay village. The street was not particularly busy. I looked around to try to spot any smiles. Although I had learned that not all smiles meant sex, they were still important first signs. Those naive days!  When I first arrived in the Village, I translated those smiles into sexual invitations. Those passers-by were merely friendly.

     I was on my way to the Buddies in Bad Times Theatre for the Naked Theatre, an event organized by a local gay nudist group. The interesting aspect of this event was the performers would have some clothes on while the audience was REQUIRED TO BE NAKED, except socks and shoes - for safety and hygiene purposes. I had been to many naked events and considered myself a naturalist, but the naked theatre would be something new to me.

     Upon arrival, there were about thirty to forty people there already, loosely lining up. Within seconds, I noticed the guy in front of me was really handsome. I got a feeling he was in the wrong place. He probably had no clue what this Naked Theatre really was about. The advertisement on the local magazines was vague, possibly on purpose, about the fact that the audience would be in the nude. I wondered how many would be mistakenly thinking that they would see a naked performance.

     The admission started in no time. From some distance, I could see a lady there patiently asking each guest to see if he or she was aware of the nature of this event. No one bowed out. Then it’s time for the guy in front of me. The lady asked:

     “Are you aware of the nature of the Naked Theatre?”

     The guy asked, “What does that mean?”

     The lady explained, “The audience will need to take off all the clothes except socks and shoes.”

     The guy heisted for a fraction of a second, then said, “Let me think about that.”

     “It’s not that difficult,” I said to him when he stepped aside.

     I was right. He was in the wrong place. Too bad, he looked quite juicy.

     I had attended a few naked events in Toronto. I knew the rules and procedures. Once getting in, I took off my clothes, putting everything into a plastic bag they gave to me. I put some money in my socks as usual. As I was about to check in my belongings, I saw that juicy guy who lined up in front of me now standing not too far from me, looking around with a plastic bag in hand. I felt a need to  be an ambassador to make him comfortable in the unfamiliar territory. Or as a more experienced fellow to mentor a nervous novice. He didn’t seem to have any experience of this type of naked events. I also wondered whether it was my comments that encouraged him to come in so I felt somewhat responsible to befriend him. Besides, I was really attracted to this guy.

     “It’s great that you’ve decided to join us.” I approached him naked with a smile. 

     “I decided to give it a try. Maybe it will be fun.”

     “I thinks so too. Although I have attended many naked events, I have never seen anything like this.”

     I explained to him about the rules and procedures of getting naked and checking in our bags. He thought it was brilliant to put some money in socks to buy drinks later. Our conversation carried on itself. I knew he was new to Toronto. His company sent him here. I treated him the way I would do in a social context, not in a way I usually would do in other naked events where I would be bold to  try to get a piece of meat. He didn’t mention his family. I didn’t ask. He didn’t probe my marital status either. In my own experience, straight people in Taiwan would simply ask “Are you married?” in the first 5 minutes. I didn’t know if they truly  wanted to know or simply had nothing else to talk about. Or more likely, it’s one way to figure out your status.

     I saw a few familiar faces. One of them had been hinting to get together with me some time but I had been always able to find a way to avoid closer contact. I nodded to greet them but I did not go to talk with them. I accompanied my protégé to find two seats together. We sat side by side, but I held myself not to touch his leg with mine, a trick I normally would do. There was no single hint that he might be gay. His blue eyes were penetrating, though, when chatting with me. He said he was glad to have someone like me talking with him so he felt at ease. He admitted he was a little nervous earlier. 

     Our conversation was halted when a guy came onto the stage, greeting the audience. He briefly mentioned about the nature of the event and a brief introduction to the two plays for this evening. Then the lights were off. And on again. A few performers started moving on the stage. It’s something about family struggles. It’s sort of boring, and the performers were fully clothed. Luckily I had the guy next to me. He made the boring play pleasantly bearable. 

     Finally the first part of the show was over. The lights were on. During the intermission, we sat in our seats and chatted as we did not see a place to buy drinks. We talked about the story briefly, then back to my story of immigrating to Canada. While chatting with him, I got a chance to have a close look at his body, moderately hairy chest, skin tanned seemingly just back from a vacation in a tropical place, and of course, his manhood, but I always quickly moved my eyes back to meet his. I constantly felt some sort of urge down there, so I placed my hands on top of my manhood.

     The second show was a much better one. Four guys wearing only towers on their waists. It’s about the behaviors and cultures in the bath houses. By this time I had had quite a few experiences in those places so I found the play true and funny. As time went by, I noticed that his leg accidentally touched mine a few times, but I wouldn’t dare to interpret that he was knocking at my door. Frankly, I thought he was straight. Eventually, our legs were sort of “connected” but I felt it was quite natural as I began feeling comfortable of this kind of closeness with him. At least, before the show ended, I would have a moment of joy, feeling connected to this guy, through legs to his heart. I knew it would be great to go to bed with him. It made me feel wonderful just touching his leg. On the other hand, I had to cover my thing with my hands from time to time so that the half erected one wouldn’t be seen. I feel in love.

     The show was about to be over. I had been thinking what I would do, just say goodbye, nice to meet you? I felt at least I would have to try to see this man again. Being rejected is better than never trying. Meanwhile, he looked so innocent. I somehow didn’t want to ruin a possible friendship. 

     The lights were on again. A guy came onto the stage to thank everyone’s participation. The remarks were brief. It’s time to go. As people started to leave their chairs, we both remained seated. Suddenly words came out of my mouth without thinking:

     “Maybe we can have coffee sometime.” Perhaps those words had been programmed in my brain for some time so that they just came out flawlessly.

     He had a smile in his face, “I was just about to ask you the same thing. How about tonight? You know, I came in because of you.” 

     He placed a hand on my leg. My manhood suddenly hardened. He came in for me! I saw desire in his eyes. “Sure. Where would you like to go? There are a few coffee shops on the street. Or you can come to my place too. My home is not far.” I placed my hand on his leg too. He smiled with a relief as my touch might ease his anxiety too.

     “My car is parked on the street. Why don’t we go to my place? It’s about 10-minute drive. I can take you home later.”

     “That sounds good to me.”

     My heart was pumping. I knew a feast was on the table.

     Within no time, we arrived his home. He drove his car into the driveway. This neighborhood had a few Victorian houses. His home was on the upper half of an house which was part of a row house. 

     After climbing to the second floor, I entered his living room. Wow, it’s a loft. I had a thing for loft living, high ceiling, exposed beams, and a lot of concrete surface. 

     “Welcome to my home. I just moved in last week.” 

     “I love your place. I always dream of living in a loft one day.”

     He made some tea while we further exchanged our background information. I glanced at his place. Red wall in the kitchen and natural bricks exposed in the living room, wooden furniture, a mix of modern and old. The place was not big but cozy. We had our tea, but we didn’t waste too much time in having our tea.

     “Now let me show you the bedroom.”

     Wow, the real show of the night is about to begin! I followed him.

     The bedroom was located in the upper floor, big enough to put a queen-sized bed, closets, and a desk for home office. The space was open. I could overlook the living room and the kitchen downstairs.

     We did not say anything further. We simply stood there, looking into each other’s eyes. Then we had our first hug, our cheeks touching each other’s. My manhood was awaken as I recalled how it felt touching his leg. We kissed lightly. He looked at me, eyes penetrating. I knew he liked me. I liked him too. 

     We undressed for each other. Finally we were naked in his bed. A dream came true. 

     “I am a little nervous. I am not really experienced,” he confessed as I was approaching him.

     “That’s fine. I just like to be with you,” I gave him some assurance.

     “I have a wife,” he said. Oh, how romantic!  I just started fantasizing if he could be a partner material.

     “We are separate now. I came out to her not long ago, and we decided to keep our marriage, for our kids, and for my career.”

     He furthered, “I am lucky. She understood.”

     “Yes, you are lucky. Not all married men come out to their wife with such a result.”

     I sealed our conversation with a kiss. This time, we had a French kiss. It’s a deep connection, to our naked hearts. My hands are all over him. I grabbed his meaty and juicy butt. He sighed. Perhaps he hadn’t had sex for a long time. He did not seem to be that novice, though, he responding to my touches skillfully, and eagerly too. He was gentle. We looked into each other’s eyes many times. He was really handsome, slightly overweight but not too much over, the skin tanned with some hair here and there.

     We explored each other just like two pigs (no pun intended here) trying to find truffles. Finally we both found our volcano-like release. I didn’t know about him, but it’s good for me. I had been in a troubled one-way relationship with Drew for some time. This helped me forget about that guy and possibly this might lead to something romantically.

     We stayed in bed for another while, caressing each other. It was getting late, and I really had to go. We agreed to meet another time.

     While getting dressed, I saw a few pictures on his desk. That’s him when he was younger with seemingly his wife and two children. The younger he looked like Rock Hudson, maybe with a few more pounds. Yes, he looks like Rock Hudson. No wonder I found him so attractive.

     “Has anyone told you that you look like Rock Hudson at his forties?”

     “Me? No way.” He looked at the pictures, saying “That was a good time in my life.”

     I did not want to further explore what he meant as time was getting late. He drove me home.

     We saw each other a few more times in the following months. He seemed to travel a lot so that we were not able to meet as often as we would like. In the meantime, I was very preoccupied with Drew. However, I began to learn more about him, his family, and his work over the course. One day, he seemed very upset. He told me his elder son was dying, due to cancer.

     “Can you imagine? He is only 25,” he said with tears in his eyes. 

I found no words to comfort him, but took his head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around his head. He cried.

     One day six months after we had met, I got a call from him. He asked to meet with me the coming Saturday. 

     He came to my place around five in the afternoon. He was passionate of making love to me, but I was reserved. I helped him reach his orgasm but I managed to stay cool. Drew had called earlier that he would like to see me later that evening and I wanted to keep my energy for Drew. I felt I could run a red-light district business. 

     We stayed in the bed for another while and he invited me to join dinner with him. We went to Byzantium for our drinks and supper. Over the dinner, he told me he was about to be transferred to  Calgary next month. It was a surprise. He didn’t seem to have much choice to say no to this assignment either. 

     After supper, holding his wine glass, he said, “It’s strange. I feel I could have you again.”

     “Are you serious?” Looking at his eyes, I knew he was not kidding.

     He nodded.

     “I am meeting a friend later tonight.” Finally the ugly truth had to be told.

     “I don’t understand you. Really, I don’t.”

     “But I do want to get naked with you again.” Sensing this might be our last time to see each other,   I offered to calm down his fire of desire.

     He smiled, slightly waving his head, but was delightfully accept my offer. I am definitely in the red -light district business.

     A few times I thought of calling him after he moved to Calgary to ask if he was alright, but I chickened out every time. Finally, I lost track of him, but not that innocent look in front of the Buddies in Bad Times.