Potential encounter?

[KrisParr]

Dodgers score eight runs in one inning as they defeat Braves; in other games, the “score” was a tie, 3-3

Omg. Let me repeat. OMG!

There is so much to unpack and share. It’s going to take some time to sort  it out and make sense. You all have been great to follow along this totally unexpected trek, and I want to do it justice. So I’ve decided to break it up into some “episodes” kinda like Netflix.  

First of all, I am exhausted. My head is still spinning, and certain body parts are sore and tingling- more on that later.

Pre-Game. HD shows up in a fucking monster Jeep Rubicon - like something out of a movie - massive and screams bad ass. Said the sticker price was close to 100K and I can believe it. And it’s for sale in case I’m interested. Sure. Okay, he looks amazing. A 3-4 day scruff; he smells delicious and my heart is already pounding.  I can tell he’s already mellow, and we share a little “smoke” on the way which was much needed. We get to the field, and he parks close to the the Clubhouse store for a little shopping. It’s “red out” night and they have red jerseys on sale. What the hell - so I treated and we get a couple to blend in with the home crowd. I’ve lived in GA for close to 3 years and this is my first Braves gear. I’m really a Cubs fan, but that’s another story.  We find our way to the “dugout reserved 13” row 3 - hot damn - never been to a game with seats like this. Anyhow, great location and the vibe is intense- music blaring, just an incredible atmosphere and I’m so fucking high right now. Batting practice is about over and fans are lined up deep - we opted not to even try. Players jog around and stop briefly for photo ops.  It’s getting closer to “play ball” so HD uses his app to order some food - everything at the place is cashless - and the brats and beer are on the way. Impressive.

That’s enough for now. I need to get my head together and start working on the next episode. Appreciate your patience. 

[Luv2play]

I enjoy a multi episode play on TV, as long as I get to know how it ends. Kris has dropped a hint.😛

[+ azdr0710]

I can already tell now this'll be better than TrueReview's updates from First Class a few years ago. 😄

[john1973]

This narrative is so American, BTW: gym bros, baseball, luxury car sales, pent up demand, BFE. Netflix, get on the ground floor of this series!

[KrisParr]

 

 

The game. It started out as a “could-happen, but not-likely” no hitter for the first 4 innings, but turned into a sloppy clusterfuck by the 5th. Dodgers scored 8 runs on 3 hits. Yeah, it didn’t get any better winding up at 9-5. You can check it out on your own. 

During the game, we mostly just watched, bantered, and didn’t get into anything else - lots of family types sitting around us, so no grab-ass. HD got into some chatter about cars with his seat-neighbor and set up an appointment to test drive something.

The food was good, beer was cold and my bladder was not at all cooperative- men’s room was close so that helped. I swear HD must be a camel.

Okay - a little post game.  It was fireworks night but we opted to head out. We get to the “beast” Jeep. HD says, “where to, stud?” I tell him I want to go get a drink and there are plenty of bars at the Battery. We stop by “Live!” which was packed, but managed to get a drink; gay pride was well-represented; stayed long enough and left. Again, HD says, “where to” and I flash the room key card to the Omni and the look was priceless. “Motherfucker!” he roars and slams it. We grab our gear - he said he thought I was going to invite him to my place, but this is so much better. 

Hotel is a little “off” - the lobby bar was closed, no room service and wasn’t at all what I expected. I had checked in earlier when I went on my “errand” so we go up to the room. For an Omni, it was pretty basic. Once inside we headed over to the floor-to-ceiling windows - incredible view. 

And then his hand is on my ass. Squeeze.

And then his tongue is in my mouth. Delicious.

And I’m weak in the knees. Seriously. For a guy who has been with a lot of men, even a couple of top notch escorts (Victor P and Andrew J) I am beyond turned on.

But my pits smell like the lamps of Egypt. And I need to piss.

I say, “dude, I really need a shower”

HD says, “lead the way”.

[KrisParr]

We head to the bathroom and clothes are coming off, flying everywhere. I stop and tell HD I need to piss - and he laughs and says, “me, too” and we’re both standing there like school boys at camp, crossing our “swords” pissing in the toilet. We are laughing so hard - too funny. 

Shower time.

Of course this is the first time I’ve seen all the “goods” and damn, are they ever good. HD is almost otter-quality but not too much hair - firm pecs, dark nips, and a happy trail that looks professionally sculpted. Trimmed bush, and side by side, our cocks could be twins, although his is a little darker. 

So we grab the soap and take turns lathering up, play fighting, horsing around, dropping the soap, some kissing, some stroking (as we are both fully aroused). We finally notice the shower can be a hand-held, so we screwed around with it, did a little douching for fun. And then his head drops and takes my cock in his mouth ... holy shit. And he stays, and he stays, and I can feel it brewing. “Dude, ease up” ... again, I think I’m gonna pass out - so intense; we rinse and I’m thinking we’re done; hell no, the shampoo gets opened and there’s a sea of foam - he turns me around, lifts my arms up and tells me to bend a little. 

Time out.

I am normally a top, but in the past have flipped. Well, guess what, HD made the decision for me. 

I felt him massage my hole and instinctively took a deep breath. OMG ... it was a little painful and electric at the same time. He was slow and gentle and firm and determined. I didn’t want it to end. He told me later he plays a game in his head when he fucks. He tries to go for a hundred strokes. Well, I’m sure he more than met his quota and it was amazing.

He finished and then he kisses me, and gives me a few strokes  and that’s all it took. And for some some fucking reason, we just started laughing again. Like non-stop. For me, it was a huge release (pun intended) - lots of anxiety, apprehension about the whole thing.

A little more clean up, and we grabbed the hotel-provided robes and headed to the bed.

Drained.

Glowing.

And still a little puzzled. 

He’s so damn hot, and I’m a dude old enough to be his father. What the fucking hell?

Oh yeah, there’s more.

A lot more. If not today, tomorrow.

[Luv2play]

5 minutes ago, KrisParr said:

We head to the bathroom and clothes are coming off, flying everywhere. I stop and tell HD I need to piss - and he laughs and says, “me, too” and we’re both standing there like school boys at camp, crossing our “swords” pissing in the toilet. We are laughing so hard - too funny. 

Shower time.

Of course this is the first time I’ve seen all the “goods” and damn, are they ever good. HD is almost otter-quality but not too much hair - firm pecs, dark nips, and a happy trail that looks professionally sculpted. Trimmed bush, and side by side, our cocks could be twins, although his is a little darker. 

So we grab the soap and take turns lathering up, play fighting, horsing around, dropping the soap, some kissing, some stroking (as we are both fully aroused). We finally notice the shower can be a hand-held, so we screwed around with it, did a little douching for fun. And then his head drops and takes my cock in his mouth ... holy shit. And he stays, and he stays, and I can feel it brewing. “Dude, ease up” ... again, I think I’m gonna pass out - so intense; we rinse and I’m thinking we’re done; hell no, the shampoo gets opened and there’s a sea of foam - he turns me around, lifts my arms up and tells me to bend a little. 

Time out.

I am normally a top, but in the past have flipped. Well, guess what, HD made the decision for me. 

I felt him massage my hole and instinctively took a deep breath. OMG ... it was a little painful and electric at the same time. He was slow and gentle and firm and determined. I didn’t want it to end. He told me later he plays a game in his head when he fucks. He tries to go for a hundred strokes. Well, I’m sure he more than met his quota and it was amazing.

He finished and then he kisses me, and gives me a few strokes  and that’s all it took. And for some some fucking reason, we just started laughing again. Like non-stop. For me, it was a huge release (pun intended) - lots of anxiety, apprehension about the whole thing.

A little more clean up, and we grabbed the hotel-provided robes and headed to the bed.

Drained.

Glowing.

And still a little puzzled. 

He’s so damn hot, and I’m a dude old enough to be his father. What the fucking hell?

Oh yeah, there’s more.

A lot more. If not today, tomorrow.

So far, it's got the makings of a best seller.

[+ MysticMenace]

18 minutes ago, Luv2play said:

So far, it's got the makings of a best seller.

I need this to be in a movie (mainstream or porn) - would probably even pay for it vs. waiting for someone to upload it to pornhub or boyfriend.tv

[john1973]

Did HD momentarily interrupt the shower routine to put a Magnum on or did he ride you raw?

[+ Charlie]

41 minutes ago, john1973 said:

Did HD momentarily interrupt the shower routine to put a Magnum on or did he ride you raw?

I'm sure there are details that Kris would "prefer to keep between the two of them," as the reviews often put it.

[Luv2play]

4 minutes ago, Charlie said:

I'm sure there are details that Kris would "prefer to keep between the two of them," as the reviews often put it.

I agree. We have to have some things left to our imagination. Let's not get too clinical 

[KrisParr]

Yes, it was sans condom, but no, he pulled out.

Okay, so we’re on the bed, soaking up the afterglow and HD grabs a blunt from his bag. Perfect. So we share and relax and I am fighting sleep like crazy. ‘Cause after I have sex, I sleep!

HD says, “you okay?”

At this point, I’m going to switch to just plain text instead of dialogue quotes - gonna be a lot easier. This is pretty much how I remember it. Here goes.

Me-Yeah, you?

HD-You’re curious, aren’t you. I can tell.

M-Still can’t figure how a hot guy like you, who could get any man or woman, would want to spend an evening and a shit load of money on an old fart like me - makes no goddamn sense

H-I like you! You’re a cool guy - you’re smart as hell, better looking than you give yourself credit for, and we have a lot of similar interests

M-And you, my sexy friend, are full of shit (laughing)

—and now we have a long smoke-filled pause, and I’m really having a hard time staying awake—

H-True confessions?

(Oh fuck, now what?)

M-About time.

H-Selling cars is not my main source of income.

M-FBI? CIA? IRS?

H-You got me.  —  I sell experiences.

M-Dude, stop fucking with me.

H-Did you, or did you not, have an experience this evening? A fun experience.

M-Stupid question (probably shouldn’t have said that)

H-There are a lot of men, and women, who have so much fucking money, but no fun experiences or anyone to share them with. So I broker experiences.

M-(fully awake) Go on.

H-How much do you think tonight cost? Tickets, food, drinks, hotel (which was your idea) weed, etc. A grand?

M-Sounds about right.

H-What if I told you there’s at least 4-5 men, mostly closeted, who would pay 3 or 4 times that for the same “experience”?

M- 3-4 grand? No fucking way.

H-And women? Even more. Sandy Springs (nearby neighborhood) is full of closeted men, mostly, and lonely or cheating women who are always in the market for an experience. 

M-Okay, I think. So I guess the question is, how much fucking money will tonight’s experience cost me, and do you take American Express? (Heart is racing - this is starting to get really weird) (and I make some nervous laughter)

H-Goddamn it - what the hell’s wrong with you? I told you, I like you! I just fucked your brains out - which by the way was amazing. I don’t want to charge you, dumbass, I want to hire you!

[curt gregory]

Holy (poop), Kris. I think we ALL want to hire you.  😛

 

[john1973]

This is one hell of a page-turner!

[KrisParr]

M-Hire me? What the fucking hell? Hire me as a what? Hooker?

Escort? Gigolo? (and I start laughing so hard)

H-I don’t mean to pry, but didn’t you tell me that you have been quite the flesh consumer in the past?

M-Verdad.

H-So? 

M-So?

—— very long awkward pause —— THC kicking in big time

H-Instead of money going out of your pocket, it’s coming in. And with all the perks. And going to a ball game ain’t illegal.

M-But fucking for dollars is.

H-So they say.

M-I told you a long time ago, I was a sworn Probation Officer in a “former life”. Took an oath. Was in court lots of times on prostitution cases. My brother is a lawyer. Yeah, I know, I could easily have gotten caught for my dalliances which is why I have gone to incredible lengths to play safe. Man, you are fucking with my head.

H-Well maybe we can find an alternate body part shortly.

M-Ready when you are.

H-So?

M-I give up. Wind up and pitch it.

H-I have a cadre of men - and that’s the little name I call my business, “Cadre”.  They are business/career professionals that you would never guess - two are in IT, one is a teacher, another is an accountant, and so on. All are between 40 and 60; all in great physical condition with impeccable credentials. They just like a good time and extra cash.

M-Cut to the chase - do they all fuck the customer?

H-Well, I don’t keep stats, but I’d say most of the time there’s some level of contact. It’s totally up to you and that’s made known up front before the experience.

M-I don’t screw women.

H-You said you did.

M-I lied. Well, yeah, I did. Vicky - when I was 17 in her parents basement, a couple of times in college when I was trying to prove something.

H-How about now?

M-Doubtful. 

H-But you’d be open to dinner, a show, and a goodnight kiss?

M-If she had a beard.

H-Okay, let’s table this for now. Take off your robe.

 

By now it’s way past 1 a.m. and HD is not ready for a bedtime story. He asks about the little blue Pfizer pills ... and in about 20 minutes, oh yeah, it’s show time.

 

In case you’re wondering about how I remember all this shit, I use my phone voice recorder constantly and create dozens of voice memos to myself and then do a speech to text and edit. Saves a lot of typing.

 

There’s not too much more

[Luv2play]

If we're looking for a title for this incredible saga, I would suggest "Take me out to the ball game".

[Luv2play]

3 minutes ago, Luv2play said:

If we're looking for a title for this incredible saga, I would suggest "Take me out to the ball game".

Then if we want a title for the second chapter, it could be "Roll me over and do it again" 

[john1973]

I did not anticipate this twist at all! HD wanna pimp Kris after railing him twice. Hot damn!

[Luv2play]

10 minutes ago, Luv2play said:

Then if we want a title for the second chapter, it could be "Roll me over and do it again" 

I do a lot of editing in one of my jobs. Reflecting on this a little more, I would break it into three chapters. The first the ball game title, the second episode back at the hotel with the shower scene, "In for a penny, in for a pound". And the third the roll over title. It would make a great short story.

[KrisParr]

 

Scoreboard: Orgasms 1-1, tied.

 

Being a former Boy Scout, I try to be prepared. With that said, my trusty little bottle of “gun oil” and a couple of Skyn condoms are close by. The kissing is deep and warm, the embrace is strong - he can bench press 230 - and damn it, my heart is tugging at me. I start fantasizing - is this a hookup? Could this turn into something? Or is it simply business as unusual. And then my dream gets interrupted when he says ...

Fuck me.

Okay, let’s stop the player right here. I don’t really want to go into details.  Well, yeah I do. But ...

The score is now 2-2.

The next thing I know it’s almost 6 a.m. and I have to piss like crazy. Guess who gets up right behind me? At least I finished before we had another contest.

I get back in bed and watching him walk across the room is about more than I can handle. This man is a Greek statue come to life and that evil fucking grin kills me.

Good morning, sir. Come here. And I do mean come, here. And he does.

Final score: 3-3.

 

Yeah, there’s more. Back in a few.

[Luv2play]

Well the fourth chapter would be titled " Before Breakfast at Tiffany's" 

[curt gregory]

Kris, I was actually joking in my earlier comment, but if the shoe fits.....

And keep the stories cumming!

[john1973]

HD's really putting Kris through the paces, as if concurrently vetting him and ensuring his own satisfaction. What an amazing BFE, peppered by lots of romance and mindgames. Almost like a Cold War romantic thriller mixed up with a porno. I love it!

[KrisParr]

 

Mindfuck

noun

a disturbing or extremely confusing experience, in particular one that is caused by deliberate psychological manipulation.

verb

greatly confuse or psychologically disturb (someone).

 

Okay, students, let’s continue.

 

We are both spent - physically, emotionally (at least I am) and my balls are definitely drained. The slamming of hotel doors wakes us around 9.  We agree that single showers are in order and by 10, we’re on the prowl for food. Like starving.

We head over to a favorite breakfast cafe of mine, and order way too much - like pancakes and eggs and a shit load of bacon. We make small talk the whole time. Like the minute we left the hotel, the plug was pulled. No more talk about “cadre” no more flirting, no more ass grabbing, no more kissing. Actually it was helping my head get screwed back on.

We finish and arrive back at the gym parking lot. “Ni Bien Ni Mal” by Bad Bunny is playing on the radio  - jeez, the irony.

Silence.

HD stares at my stare.

He reaches his hand and pulls my head close. No tongue - just lips, soft, sweet, warm, as we both breathe the same air. Fuck.

He says he needs a minute.

Silence.

Okay, now I’m definitely paraphrasing here on out ‘cause the mindfuck is still lingering.

He starts to apologize and I tell him to stop.

He says right after we met, like pre-pandemic, he started seeing me as a potential client. And came close to buying me a drink and offering the “cadre” product. But then he said after we reconnected it was totally different. He saw me as a potential member of “cadre” and decided to pursue me in that manner. And here’s where the mindfuck really gets intense.

He said that after our “experience” he’s not sure if this is right for either of us.

What the hell are you saying, I almost scream at him!

He wanted to see if our “experience” was worthy of marketing to his clients. Apparently he checks out the men of “cadre” as any good CEO would do. But somewhere along the way (his words) the switch got flipped. He said after the shower scene (haha) he wanted to tell me the whole story, take me home and ... (he didn’t finish the sentence).

More deafening silence.

I have to piss. Too much coffee.

We go inside the gym for relief. There’s a lounge area and we settle in and continue but of course we can’t talk at all.

He says he needs to go.

I tell him the story isn’t over.

He smiles and starts walking away.

I follow outside and head to my car which is parked almost next to the Jeep. 

I get in - he pulls up, rolls down the window.

“You gonna work out tomorrow?”

Yes, I say. 

He grins and gives me the finger and drives off.

———-

I got home about 10 minutes later, and started putting all this together. No texts from HD and not sure where this is going. 

I think I need some down time. Some mindfuck ointment. 

 

Thank you, gentlemen of the Forum for your kind words,  comments and encouragement. I have to agree this might make a decent story and I never believed that truth is stranger than fiction. Until now.

[Luv2play]

I would title the last chapter, Truth or Consequences. I know, all my titles are recycled but to my mind they capture the plot lines.