It's All In The Eyes
Eric was uncomfortable at the gay bar, then Gino helped him relax. Pity Eric ha
“Oh, come on Eric. What’s the big deal?! Come with us for one drink. It’s Jim’s birthday. We’ll protect you,” Janet said laughingly, surrounded by a couple of other colleagues in the office. It was Jim’s birthday and I liked Jim a great deal. We all wanted to take him out for a drink to celebrate.
So far, no problem. But, they wanted to take him to a gay bar in the neighborhood. Jim was gay. He was the only gay man in the office, so far as any of us knew. I didn’t have any problem with Jim’s sexual orientation or with gay people in general. But, I’d never been to a gay bar and I was a little uncomfortable with the idea. After Janet’s “we’ll protect you” remark, I realized I was being really silly. Besides, it was Friday night. I needed a drink after a long week at work. “Of course I’ll go,” I said. So, at about 6 PM, we all got together and headed for the bar.
As we were walking over to the place, Jim mentioned that one of the things he liked about the bar we were going to was that it was “just like any other bar, but just happens to be popular with gay men.” He continued, “There’s not a lot of attitude, no weirdos, or anything like that. It’s pretty much just a bunch of yuppies who are gay.”
As we entered the bar, I found that weird, quasi-homophobic discomfort rising up within me again. I checked to make sure I had my wedding ring on. Then I thought to myself, “Get over it, asshole.” The bar was precisely as Jim had described it. It was a nice looking place. The clientele was composed primarily of guys who looked pretty much like me: 20- and 30-somethings; suits and brief cases; some even wore wedding bands, too. There were a few women in the place, most of whom seemed to be there with groups of guys. If I hadn’t known it was a gay bar, I’d probably never have figured it out.
The place was pretty crowded, but the 7 of us managed to get a place at the bar. We ordered a round of drinks and toasted Jim on his 32nd birthday. We even sang “Happy Birthday.” Jim looked all embarrassed. We were all talking and laughing when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a guy at the other end of the bar. He was drinking a beer and appeared to be by himself. Even though I wasn’t attracted to other guys, I knew a good looking guy when I saw one.
He was a very good looking guy, in his late 20s or early 30s, wearing a dark suit. I don’t think I would have noticed him at all except for the fact that I felt like he was staring at me. At first, I just had this feeling that I was being watched. After a while, I felt compelled to look down to the other end of the bar. When I did, this guy was looking right at me. He had just a hint of a smile on his face, more like a smirk. I looked away and continued talking with my co-workers.
But the more I concentrated on not looking at the guy, the more I felt myself wanting to look his way. “This is weird,” I thought to myself. I looked over at him again. His eyes were locked on me. “Shit,” I thought, “this guy is like trying to hit on me.” I looked away again. I made sure I placed raised my left hand—the one on which I wore my wedding band—to the bar, hoping he’d see it and get the message. But, it didn’t seem to matter. He kept staring. And, what was even stranger, I found myself with an increasingly strong desire to look back at him. What the hell was going on here?!
None of the people I was with seemed to notice what was going on. And I didn’t want to say anything, especially since I’d expressed some discomfort about going to a gay bar. (I didn’t want to be like one of those straight guys who always thinks every gay guy in the world is hot for him.) The more time that passed, the more I found myself wanting to look at the guy at the other end of the bar. And each time I gave in and looked at him, his eyes met mine and I wanted to look more. This guy seemed to be drawing me in with his stare. I actually began to feel myself getting a hardon.
I started to feel very warm, breaking out in a sweat. I loosened my tie and opened the top button of my dress shirt.
Jim asked, “Eric, are you okay? You’re all flushed.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” I answered. I looked over to the guy at the other end of the bar. The smirk on his face had become a full-blown smile. He gulped down the rest of the beer he’d been drinking, got up from his bar stool, and began to head down the bar, in our general direction. The whole time he walked over, he never took his eyes off me and I felt helpless to take my eyes off of him.
He approached us and, with a big smile, asked, “So, whose birthday is it?” Everyone turned towards him. Jim seemed to light up when he saw this guy. From talking to Jim, I knew this guy was his “type”: dark hair and eyes, an obvious 5:00 shadow, Italian or Latin. Jim answered immediately, “Right here!” “Ah,” the guy said (his eyes darting to me every few seconds), “well, happy birthday. What’s your name?” Janet said, “That’s Jim!” Jim seemed almost giddy. The guy called to the bartender, “A round of drinks for Jim and his friends.” At this point, I couldn’t take my eyes off this guy. I was feeling warmer and warmer. He looked right into my eyes for a moment. Then, as he handed the bartender money, leaning over me to do so, he said, “Jim, many happy returns.” Then he turned to me and said, “Nice meeting YOU,” and he placed a small piece of paper in my hand. He asked, “What’s YOUR name?” “Eric,” I replied, continuing to look at him, not wanting to look away. “Eric,” he said, “nice name.” Then he turned to the others and said, “Well, so long all!” He looked me right in the eye and said, “Eric.” Then he walked away.
I watched him as he walked out of the bar. Then I looked in my hand at the folded piece of paper. I held it up. With that Jim said, “Oh, sure, it figures. It’s my birthday. This hot guy comes over to buy drinks and who does he give his number to? My STRAIGHT friend Eric.” Everyone began to laugh. I was still flushed and feeling very warm. Janet said, “Oh, poor Eric. You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? It’s okay. You’re a cute guy. Now you know it’s not only women who think so.” I smiled, shoved the piece of paper in my pocket, and said, “Yeah. Wild, huh?” Jim said, “Wild my ass! Unfair is more like it. Oh well. It’s that guy’s loss. He’ll never hear from Eric.” Everyone laughed. I laughed along, too. But all I wanted to do was look at that piece of paper in my pocket.
After about 10 minutes, I said, “Well, I gotta be getting home before it’s too late. Happy birthday, Jim.” I extended my hand to shake Jim’s. “Thanks for coming, Eric,” Jim said. After the goodbyes, I walked outside and hailed a cab to get to the train station. I wanted to catch the next commuter train. Once I was in the cab, I reached in my pocket and pulled out that folded piece of paper the guy at the bar had placed in my hand. On it was printed the name “Gino” with a phone number. Underneath the phone number was written, “Call me. You know you want to.” The weird thing was I really DID want to. I felt my dick stirring again in my suit pants.
The whole train ride back out to the suburbs, I found myself thinking about this mysterious Gino. Why had he provoked such a reaction in me? I was totally heterosexual, very happily married with a couple of kids. I’d never even once thought of another guy in a sexual way. But as I sat there on the train, I could see his black eyes, his big white smile. I could hear his voice in my head, “Nice meeting you.” By the time I reached my station, I was as horny as a teenager. I was glad I had my overcoat to wear. I buttoned it up so that my raging hardon couldn’t be seen by the other people getting off the train.
When I got home, my lovely wife Kim greeted me at the door with a big kiss. “Hi, honey. I really missed you,” she said to me as our lips parted. “I missed you, too, sweetie,” I replied. My dick was still pretty hard. Kim accidentally felt it and she hugged me. “Hmmm, well I guess you really did miss me,” she said and gave me another kiss. She continued, “I was going to make this a big surprise, but I might as well tell you now: the kids are with my mother tonight. We have the whole house to ourselves.”
Kim did that every once in a while. She’d ship the kids off to her mother’s house so that we could have a romantic dinner and, afterwards, we’d end up having sex all over the house. Even after 5 years of marriage, we still had a great sex life. (We’d met in college where we were like a couple of alley cats in heat. It wasn’t all that different these days, which was one of the many things I loved about Kim.) While the idea of another wild night to ourselves should have appealed to me, I found myself somewhat less than excited. But, I loved Kim more than I could say, so I conjured up a big smile, kissed Kim, and said, “Great, baby! Great!”
Kim had planned for us to make love in the bathtub that evening. She had candles and flowers placed all over the bathroom. She’d gotten some kind of wildly named bath oil. We were soaking in the tub and Kim began to kiss me and massage my dick. All of a sudden, Gino’s image popped into my head as vividly as if he were standing in the room. My dick shot to attention. “Wow!” Kim exclaimed. I began to make wildly passionate love to Kim, but in my mind I was seeing and thinking of that Gino. What was happening to me? When I came, I wanted to scream out “Gino!” but I managed to control myself.
I started to feel a bit guilty. Here was the woman I loved more than life itself, someone who I’d never even thought about cheating on, whom I found as sexually attractive as I did the day I met her, and I was thinking about some GUY I’d seen in a bar while I was making love to her. I said to her, “Kim, honey, I’m really pooped. Would you mind terribly if we cut it short tonight? I’m really sorry, but it was a long week.” She seemed a little disappointed, but she said she understood. We headed for bed.
I must have had 5 torrid dreams about Gino through the night. After each dream, I’d wake up and hear his voice in my head saying, “Call me. You know you want to.” My dick was as stiff as a board. After the fifth dream, I awoke thinking I not only wanted to call him; I wanted to drive back to the city and get wild with him. I thought to myself, “What the fuck has this guy done to me?”
I managed to get some rest. When I got up in the morning, Kim was already in the shower. When she came out, she said she was going do some quick food shopping and then pop over to her mother’s to get the kids. She asked, “Eric, honey, are you okay? You seemed to have a really restless night.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, hon. No problem,” I replied. She asked, “You sure?” “Positive,” I said. “Okay,” Kim said, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Why don’t you just rest in the meantime?” I told her that was precisely what I would do.
She left. As I heard her car pulling away from the house, I jumped out of the bed, and found that piece of paper Gino had given to me. My dick was rock hard. I couldn’t stop myself. I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
It rang twice and then I heard his voice, “Hello.” I didn’t know what to say. I went to hang up and heard Gino say, “Eric?” How the fuck did he know it was me? I asked him, “How did you know it was me?!” Gino said, “I just knew you’d call.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but how? I mean, it’s not like I’m gay or anything.” My dick was like concrete even though I was totally puzzled at what was happening. Gino laughed and said, “Well, let’s just say I knew for now.”
“Man, this is really fucking weird,” I said.
“Not really,” Gino said.
“Yes, really,” I replied. I never felt so weird about something in my whole life. But, I’d also never been so turned on. I was touching myself at this point.
“Listen, Eric,” Gino said, “no touching yourself or anything. Save that.” “Huh?!” I thought to myself. How did he know?
“Gino, look, this is all too strange for me. I’m gonna hang up now,” I said.
“Well,” Gino replied, “you could do that. But it’s not going to make it any better for you, Eric. You’re too far gone already.” I began to feel myself getting angry (though my dick didn’t soften a bit).
I asked angrily, “What the fuck are you talking about ‘too far gone’?!”
“You’ll understand soon enough, Eric,” he replied.
“Yeah, right!” I said, “Whatever. Well, look, Gino, thanks. It’s been real. I gotta go.”
Gino replied, “You’ll speak with me tomorrow, Eric. Maybe sooner.”
"Oh yeah, " I said, “what’s that: an order?”
“Um … yeah. You’ll call me, won’t you, Eric?” Gino said.
Everything in me wanted to say “yes, yes, yes” but I replied, “No fucking way, man!”
Gino laughed. “You’re feisty, Eric. I like that. But, you WILL call me. You will. You won’t be able to help yourself,” he said. I banged the phone down. I was furious. I looked down and couldn’t believe that my dick was still stiff. There it was, poking out of my boxers. As angry as I was, somehow I knew that I would be calling Gino again.
I went into the shower. Thoughts about Gino kept creeping into my mind, no matter how hard I tried to think about other things. When I got out of the shower, I found myself heading for the phone, almost against my will. I dialed Gino’s number.
“It’s Eric,” I said when he picked up. “Cool! See, you DID call again? You had to, Eric,” he said.
I said, “Look, what the hell did you do to me? What’s going on here?!”
“Eric, Eric,” Gino said, “relax, my friend. You’re fine. Why don’t you come to the City to see me?”
I was stunned. “Come to see you?!” I asked incredulously.
“Yes. You want to come to see me, Eric,” Gino said.
I replied, “Yes, I do. Huh? Wait.”
“See,” he said, “you DO want to come to see me and you will come to see me.” Gino began to give his address to me. Without even thinking, I was writing it down. He asked, “You know where it is?”
I said, “I’ll find it.” I didn’t even think about it.
“Okay, Eric, leave now,” Gino said and hung up. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and began to scratch out a note to Kim saying that I had to go into the office because something had come up. Part of me kept thinking, “This is wrong. What are you doing? Don’t go.” But I really wanted to go. So I got in my car and headed for the City.
When I arrived at Gino’s apartment, I paused for a moment before ringing the bell. Somehow I thought that this was going to be my last chance to get out of this. But I wanted to ring the bell, I wanted to see him again. I rang the bell.
Gino opened the door. He was dressed in a pair of skin tight faded jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He had an amazing body. I had been an athlete all through high school and college. So, I’d seen a lot of well-toned male bodies. None had ever done anything for me. But I was finding myself looking this guy over and almost drooling. His face was even more covered with stubble than it had been last night. His hair was all wavy and slicked back.
“Eric,” he said.
I looked into those black eyes of his and said, “Gino.”
“Come on in. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you,” he said. He turned around and I followed him into his apartment. “What an ass on this guy,” I found myself thinking, even though I couldn’t believe that I was thinking about his ass. But it was perfectly round and firm, tightly hugged by the faded denim of his jeans. But, why did that even matter to me?
“Have a seat,” Gino said. He sat down on the other end of the couch from me. He smiled at me. He said, “You really wanted to come here. Didn’t you, Eric?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I did. But, I don’t know why. It’s like I couldn’t help myself. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I don’t know why I’m here.”
“Don’t worry, Eric,” Gino said, “it will all make sense. Have you been thinking about me?”
“Look, Gino,” I said, “this whole thing is really weird. YES, I’ve been thinking about you. But, look, man, I’m straight. I’m happily married. I have an amazing sex life with my gorgeous wife.”
“I’m sure,” Gino said, “but, you have been thinking about ME, even when you were having sex with that gorgeous wife of yours, haven’t you?”
“Look, Gino,” I said. I wanted to continue, but he interrupted me.
“Eric, just answer the question. You thought about me even when you were having sex with your gorgeous wife, didn’t you?”
I answered, half angry and half wanting to tell him how much I was thinking about him, “Yes, yes. I thought about you. Now what the fuck is happening here?!”
Gino smiled again. “Eric,” he said, “I have this power. I’m not quite sure how to explain it. But…”
I interrupted, “Power?! Come on.”
Gino said, “You’ve just told me that you, a totally straight guy whose got a great sex life with his wife, thought about ME, another guy, when you had sex with your wife. Yes, I’ve got this power and you’re beginning to fall under my, well, spell.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I got up and said, “This is way too fucking weird for me. Power?! Spell?! Come on. Look, I’m gonna get out of here.”
I began to head for the door. Gino got up and said, “Eric, look into my eyes.”
“Yeah, right,” I said as I continued to head for the door.
“Eric, stop. You don’t really want to leave,” Gino said. I stopped and turned around. I didn’t know what to do. “Just look into my eyes, Eric,” Gino said.
“Oh, what the fuck,” I said and began to look into his deep, black eyes. After a couple of seconds, I asked, “So, what’s supposed to happen now?”
“Eric, just keep looking into my eyes. Look deeper. Look directly into my eyes. Don’t think about anything else except looking into my eyes,” he said.
I kept looking into his eyes. They were amazing eyes. Deep black pools. I found myself feeling more and more relaxed. “There you go,” Gino said, “It feels good to look into my eyes, doesn’t it, Eric?”
“Yes,” I said, without even having to think about it. Gino began to come closer to me. His stare became more intense. He said, “Last night, when you looked into my eyes from far away, you wanted to look more closely. Now you can look. So look deeper and deeper into my eyes. And, as you do, you’ll feel better and better. Keep looking. Look right into my eyes.”
Gino’s voice began to seem so sweet, so relaxing to me. I was feeling better and better. I’d never felt like this before. I kept looking into his eyes. Soon I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I wanted to keep looking into his eyes. Gino said, “You’re almost there, Eric. Just keep looking into my eyes. As you become more and more relaxed, feeling better than you’ve ever felt in your entire life, you’re going to feel yourself wanting to see more of my body. The desire is going to get stronger and stronger, Eric. Look deeper into my eyes and tell me what you want to see.” I was losing control of myself. I could feel it happening. But, it felt amazing and I didn’t care.
Just as Gino said I would, I began to want to see him remove that tight black t-shirt he was wearing. Gino said, “Tell me, Eric, as you are getting lost in my eyes, what you want to see.” I didn’t even have to think about it.
I replied instantly, “I want to see you without your shirt on.”
“Good, Eric,” Gino said, “good. Tell me how much you want to see me without a shirt on.”
“Really badly, Gino. I want to see your beautiful body,” I said.
Gino said, “You’re lost in my eyes, Eric. You can’t look away unless I tell you to. I’m going to take my t-shirt off and you’re going to want to look at my naked torso, but you won’t be able to unless I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said, “I understand.”
Gino began to pull his black t-shirt off, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from his. I was under Gino’s control. He said, “Now, Eric, you may look at my naked torso.” My eyes dropped to Gino’s chest. It was massive. His pecs were perfect, like something you’d see in a muscle magazine. There was a dusting of black curly hair that began just below his pecs as my eyes continued downwards to Gino’s perfect 6-pack abs. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was pure muscle.
My dick began to get hard and I didn’t even care that it was because I was looking at a guy. I began to look up from his ripped up abdominal muscles to his arms. Huge biceps with a big vein running down the center of each of them. His lower arms were covered in dark hair. He had an amazing body. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t. Gino asked, “Eric, do you want to see my back?”
“Yes, I do,” I replied. Gino turned around slowly. His back was as gorgeous as his front. Perfectly muscled tapering to a perfect V.
Gino said, “Eric, look at my ass. Tell me what you think of my ass.” I looked down at his ass again. It was a perfect, too. Like two grapefruits covered in faded denim. As I stared at his gorgeous ass, I could feel my dick continue to stiffen. Gino said, “Eric, you’ve never seen an ass like mine, have you?”
“No,” I said, “it’s perfect.”
He asked, “Even better than your wife’s ass?”
“Whose ass?” I replied. I was gone. I couldn’t even remember who my wife was at this point. Gino turned around to face me again. As he did, my eyes landed upon the huge bulge in the front of his skin tight blue jeans. “Eric,” Gino said, “you want to see more don’t you?”
I wanted to see him without those jeans on. “Yes,” I said.
“Look into my eyes,” Gino said, “and tell me what you want to see.”
My eyes immediately locked with Gino’s and I said, “I want to see you without your jeans on. I want to see your dick, Gino.” There was a little part of my mind that couldn’t believe these words were coming out of my mouth. But I was speaking the truth. I wanted to see this man’s dick more than I’d wanted anything else in my entire life.
“Watch me, Eric, as I undo my jeans,” Gino said. My eyes dropped to his torso. Gino began to unbutton his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. He stopped for a second and said, “Eric, we can stop if you want. But, you don’t want to stop, do you?”
“No, Gino,” I said, “I DON’T want to stop.” He began to push his jeans down. He had on a tight white jock strap. I could see the outline of what looked like a massive piece of meat inside. Gino had his dick pointing upwards, towards his stomach.
He said, “Eric, you want to see my dick out of this jock strap, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
“In fact,” Gino continued, “you want to see it so badly that you’re going to come over here and pull this jock strap down.” I walked over to him and reached for his jock strap. I pulled it down and out popped the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Gino’s dick was perfect. Thick, about 8 inches, semi-hard, cut, a perfectly smooth head, but veiny up and down the shaft. “Touch my dick, Eric. You want to touch my dick. Touch it. And as you touch it,” Gino said, “you’re own dick will become harder than it’s ever been.” I took Gino’s dick in my hand and I thought my own dick was going to explode.
“Eric, you’re mine now. It feels good to be mine, doesn’t it?” Gino said. It did feel good. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Yes, I am yours and it feels good to be yours,” I replied. I continued to feel Gino’s dick in my hands. It was like velvet. It began to grow and stiffen in my hand.
Gino said, “Eric, I’m going to kiss you. And, as I kiss you, you’re going to feel more turned on than you’ve ever felt in your entire life. You’re going to want me so bad that you’ll do anything to have me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” I said. With that, Gino pulled me close and kissed me. It was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. The lust I felt at that moment was completely overwhelming. I wanted Gino so badly I could have screamed. As our tongues swirled around each other’s, I just got hotter and hotter. Our bodies were pressed together. There was no place else in the world I wanted to be. I just wanted to be Gino’s.
That’s all I remember. The next thing I knew, I was back in my car driving home. I pulled over and tried to figure out what had happened. But, I couldn’t. All I knew was that I felt better than I’d ever felt before in my life. I knew Gino would have me again. And I knew I wanted to please Gino. I could sort of remember him telling me that the next time he called I would have to come immediately. I wanted him to call. I wanted to go to him. But, I would wait for his call. I was his. He had the power.