Power Play - Episode 2

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And it was awhile back, one Friday night when Jack and I were inspecting packages at Roughriders, that I first noticed Caleb sitting at the bar. He was shirtless with tight leather pants and shit-kicker boots and leather cuffs around his wrists and a dog collar around his slim neck.

The expression on his face said “fuck me or fuck you!”. This was not his first time at a gay bar. I was amused to watch his interactions with the countless men who propositioned him. For someone who clearly wanted to get fucked, he was either doing a really bad job of connecting or was very particular about whom he would go home with. I decided it was the latter.

I was jolted out of my reverie by the sound of Jack’s gruff voice, “Hey Clay! Get your head outta that pretty boy’s pants. It’s your turn to buy the drinks!”
I laughed and explained to Jack where I had seen “that pretty boy” before. Jack’s response: “I’m still thirsty!”

I walked over to the bar and stood next to Caleb trying to get the bartender’s attention. I ordered the beers and while waiting, casually looked over at Caleb. Our eyes met briefly and then he looked away. Did he recognize me? I had on my leathers—he had only ever seen me in a business suit. And he had probably seen hundreds of customers at the coffee shop, so I decided he didn’t. To pass the time, I smiled at him and said, “Hey, buddy, can I buy you a drink?”

His eyes widened and then narrowed. His lips turned up into a sneer. “Gramps, I’m not your ‘buddy’. And doesn’t your nursing home have a curfew or something?” Shot down in flames! Ouch! But amazingly, I kept my cool and responded, “Sorry, son. Didn’t realize your kindergarten class was here on a field trip.” I grabbed my drinks and went back to Jack, who was laughing his ass off. He had witnessed the whole interaction.

“Don’t feel bad, ‘Gramps’,” he teased. “I’m sure he’s cock blocked much younger guys than you!”
“Thanks a lot, Jack. You really know how to kick a guy when he’s down.”
“C’mon, Clay. That piece o’ jailbait ain’t worth your time anyway. Tell you what, let’s blow this place—nothin’ much going on anyway. We’ll go back to my place and I’ll let you top me tonight.”