Chapter 21
They were both from large families—Dan raised on a farm, Damion in New York City. Dan was the youngest of six, the only brother with five sisters, Damion the last of five, all boys.
As Dan drifted off to sleep, he wondered how he, Damion, Lad, Lady, Chauncey, and Brute would all fit in the same bed. Maybe they’d have to get a king-sized, Dan thought. Then he realized he might be putting the cart before the horse. He hugged Lady and fell asleep.
* * * *
Dan walked into The One Trick Pony. He wondered if Damion had picked a restaurant with an equine name for their first meeting on purpose. Dan liked the idea that he might have.
“May I help you?” the ma?tre d’ asked.
“Yes, I’m meeting someone. I don’t know if he’s arrived yet.”
“Name?”
“Damion Simons,” Dan replied.
“Ah, yes, Mr. Simons. Follow me please.”
The ma?tre d’ led Dan through the maze of tables. When Dan saw Damion, he took a deep breath. The man was even more handsome in person than in his picture. When Damion saw Dan he stood up. He was a bit shorter than Dan. The only word that came into Dan’s head was burly, and Dan liked it.
Damion had a barrel chest and a bit of a paunch; both Dan found to be attractive. His limbs stretched the fabric of the arms and legs of his blue suit. Dan’s dick twitched. He reminded himself he and Damion had pledged to go slowly.
Damion pulled at the neck of his shirt. He was wearing a tie. He obviously wasn’t used to wearing such attire and seemed to be uncomfortable. Dan thought it endearing Damion would go this far just for him.
Damion thanked the maitre d’ and handed him a folded bill. Dan was impressed. They stood for a brief time just smiling at each other and then Dan raised a hand. At the same time Damion raised his arms as if to hug Dan. Then Dan dropped his hand and raised his arms as Damion extended a hand. They both laughed. They finally hugged, then sat down.
“Do you think anyone saw how dumb that looked?” Damion asked, still chuckling.
Dan smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. And I don’t care. Do you?”
“Not at all,” Damion replied.
They sat looking at each other. “Wow,” Damion said.
“Ditto.” Dan added, appreciating all that was going on, from his attraction to Damion, to the awkward fun of their first meeting.
They ordered drinks and their meal. Damion’s appetite reflected his physique. He ordered the twenty-two ounce prime rib and chided Dan for ordering the petite eight ounce filet mignon. “You aren’t trying to trade that hunky bod of yours for a girlish figure are you?”
Dan laughed. “You’d be surprised at how fast I’d tank up if I ate like you do. I don’t have the genes or the job for a body like yours. Every extra calorie I eat goes to fat, not muscle.”
Damion winked.
After a very enjoyable dinner, they walked to the parking lot. Dan wondered what would come next. He hoped it wouldn’t be an invitation to go somewhere where they could be alone—that would violate what he’d written in his bio. Yet, he knew if Damion did make the suggestion, he’d go along with it. He found Damion desirable on every level.
“Where’s your car?” Damion asked.
Dan pointed it out.
“Let’s go to mine. It’s more private.”
Dan followed Damion to where his car was parked. It was in a dark corner at the back of the lot.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to honor your request for friendship first, but I just had to do this,” Damion said as they stood in the shadows behind his vehicle.
Damion pulled Dan into a firm embrace and kissed him. Desire and affection flooded Dan’s mind and body as Damion’s hard muscular chest pressed against his. He opened his lips and let Damion’s tongue slip inside. He could feel Damion’s dick harden against his through their clothing.
Damion was a superior kisser. Dan could have stood there for hours relishing the experience. But after just a few minutes Damion said, “We better go or we’ll break the rules.”
Reluctantly, Dan agreed. “Let’s get together again soon.”
“You bet. Real soon.”
They kissed once more. Damion walked Dan back to his car where they hugged again. Dan got in and drove off, filled with feelings of joy and happy anticipation of what might lie ahead. Dan glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Damion still standing there with his hands in his pockets watching Dan leave. Then a similar image came to mind—that of Scott standing in his drive at the farm waving goodbye.