Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
JAMIE
Ilook around Gold Coast and notice that the guy I thought was Mitch has left.
A mixture of relief and sadness swirls in my gut.
I was so sure the man with the epic mustache was Mitch Thomas and that I was going to get to meet last year’s International Mr. Leather.
Now I guess I will never know. Besides, his reaction toward me wasn’t a kind one.
I don’t know what I said to piss him off but I’m not going to be around an asshole like that.
Well that just pulled the plug on my fun.
I’m about to order another drink when Jordi announces that he wants to go to the Manhole.
“Why do we have to go anywhere?” Clark asks, a frown cresting his face. “There’s plenty of men and booze to go around here.”
“I agree. Why do we have to go?” Now that the Mitch look-a-like is gone.
“I like the dark, gritty mood of that place—besides, think of this as an adventure,” Jordi pushes. “Come on.”
“I think Jamie should decide—it’s his birthday,” Dean says, then glances at me, waiting. “So, what do you want to do?”
I look at Jordi, who’s pouting, but then again, he always sulks when he doesn’t get his way. “Let’s go to the Manhole,” I say grudgingly.
Both Clark and Dean groan in unison.
“I’m going. You all can stay here, if you want,” Jordi says. He gives Clark and Dean a weird, intense glare before he goes to the pay phone to call for a taxi.
In a split second, their expressions shift from sullenness to incredulous disbelief. “No way,” Dean growls.
“I’m going too,” Clark adds with excitement. “I won’t miss this.”
“Not two seconds ago, you didn’t want to go and now you don’t want to miss what?” I ask, but neither of my friends says a thing. “Clark, what don’t you want to miss?”
“The bar,” he says nonchalantly.
“What’s—”
“Come on, boys.” Jordi leads the charge out of the Gold Coast. “We can wait for the taxi outside.”
The moment my feet hit pavement, I turn on Jordi. “What are you three up to?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
“Nothing,” Jordi conveys almost too sweetly.
Nope. Jordi is definitely up to something. He’s only sweet when he needs you to chill long enough for his shenanigans to snare you in. Then it’s too late to get out of it.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?” I huff.
“Baby, by the time the sun comes up, you’re going to love me even more.”
“I doubt that,” I utter as a yellow cab pulls up to the curb.
Just like our ride to Gold Coast, Jordi calls shotgun and the rest of us pile into the back seat. We’re silent on the short ride to the Manhole. The moment Jordi gets out, he heads away from the entrance of the bar.
“Where are you going?” I call as I climb out from the back seat.
“Go find out, we’ll wait here,” Dean says as he pays for the taxi.
Without a reply, I follow Jordi to what I think is the back of the bar. “Jordi, what the hell are you doing?”
“Hurry up,” he says as he stops in front of a metal door… An open metal door.
“What the—” My mouth drops open when Jordi grabs my hand and tugs me inside. The space is dark—like black as pitch, and I can’t see where I’m going. “Jordi.” I try to pull away from my friend but his grip is strong.
He then releases me, grabs my shoulders with both of his hands, and turns me until I’m face to face with my friend. “Do you trust me?”
“Right now? Fuck no.”
“Do you think I would let you be harmed in any way?”
My shoulders slump. “No, you wouldn’t.”
“Then trust me when I tell you that this is one birthday you won’t forget. I got you, girl.”
I huff out a breath and nod, but then I remember that we’re standing in the dark, so I say, “Okay.”
“Good. Now don’t be afraid, but I’m going to blind fold you.
” He doesn’t give me time to debate whether that’s a good idea or not.
Jordi places a cloth over my eyes and proceeds to tie it behind my head.
Then he leads me to who knows where until he nudges me to sit.
“Whatever you do, don’t take the blindfold off. Promise me, Jamie.”
Should I promise him? Hell, it’s my birthday for fuck sakes. “Fine. I’ll keep it on. But how long am I supposed to sit here?” I ask, but Jordi doesn’t answer. In fact, I think he left. I want to pull off the blindfold and see, but I did say I wouldn’t remove it.
How do I get myself into these situations? Although… now that I think about it, every time I’m in these situations it’s because of Jordi. Maybe I should find a new friend, someone who is boring.
I don’t know how long I wait, but pretty soon I hear footsteps.
In the dark, focused only on my hearing, it seems like they are coming closer.
I reach out and feel a wall in front of me.
I run my fingertips along it until I discover an opening.
A circle. I follow the circular pattern with my index finger and, even though I’ve never used either side before, I realize immediately what it must be.
Fucking Jordi. He set me up in the back where the glory holes are.
I groan with agitation. What the hell was he thinking?
I don’t like having sex in public places, and Jordi knows that.
And while I might be sexually adventurous, I’m also safe, especially with AIDS spreading and destroying the gay community.
If I didn’t have this damn blindfold on, I’d try to see the guy’s face first—then I could make up my mind about whether to suck his cock or not.
Despite my frustration with Jordi and his idea of a birthday present, a nervous excitement begins to course through me as I sit here and wait. My dick is beginning to plump at the idea.
“Are you there, boy?”
I freeze on the spot, my breath hitching in the back of my throat. That voice—no, it can’t be… Can it? I’m sure I heard that voice earlier at Gold Coast…
I promised Jordi I’d keep my blindfold on, but now… No. I need to confirm that it’s Mitch on the other side of this wall. I rip off the blindfold and quickly realize it’s not that dark in here. Shadows of red provide some visibility. This is my one chance.
I look through the hole and see Mitch standing there. His cock is a monster, and a moan automatically seeps out of my mouth as I watch him stroke it. My mouth begins to water at its girth and length.
“I’m clean,” he gruffly says. “I don’t want to use a condom. So let me know by tapping once for no and twice for yes.”
What do I say? I’m clean too? I don’t want him wearing one either? The desperate need to taste him on my tongue has me throwing my reluctance out the window. I knock twice on the wall, and sigh. I quickly clamp my teeth over my lower lip and wait with bated breath.
“Good. Your mouth better be open and ready for me,” Mitch growls, and he inches his dick through the hole. His mushroomed head is like a beacon to me. “Suck.”
My nervousness evaporates. With Mitch on the other side of the wall, one of my fantasies is coming to life. As I go down on my knees to get closer to the hole, I obey my dream man’s order.
I suck.