I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. I was looking forward to getting away from my wife Ruby and my 2-year-old daughter Jennifer for a few days.
Instead I have become an alibi again. Well, at least I won't be doing any driving. You see, Bill my dad is driving and sitting next to him is Betty.
Betty is not my mother. He has only done this in front of me once before. It was a fall Saturday afternoon. Dad and I were going out to have a father and son cocktail. It was a Sunday ritual. Mom would cook her southern dishes. Today it was meatloaf, a little on the loose side, mashed potatoes, and fried corn. After eating, Dad and I would go out to "wash the car" code for having a few drinks. We pulled into the parking lot of the Sheridan Inn "Before we go in I have a few things we need to talk about.
I love your mother more than life itself but that doesn't stop the needs. I know you won't hurt your mother. I'm meeting Anna from work to knock off a piece. You can wait in the bar. I won't be too long. Not so much for him having an affair, I have not been that great in the faithful department myself. I was disappointed in him for using me as his alibi.
We got out of the car and walked toward the bar. Number one I'm gay. It's all I can do to have sex with my wife. I have been blessed with a vivid imagination and fantasize about a nice big cock while I am having sex with Colleen.
I do care for her. That is what makes it possible. I absolutely could not fake it with Anna, sloppy seconds too. How would I look her in the face tomorrow at work? I sat down at the bar and ordered a vodka gimlet.
Usually I'm a beer drinker but I needed something to calm me down a bid. I'm the only one at the bar and the bartender is busy wiping all the liquor bottles clean. What the hell am I going to do? I can't tell my dad I'm gay and I certainly can't fuck Anna. Maybe I could tell Anna It would be all over the shop the next day. I seem to get drunk faster on less liquor. There is no one here to talk to, to pass the time and I am just on the verge of a full-blown panic attach.
I look at my watch. Its 5 till 6pm. What the fuck am I going to do? Dad will disown me. Its funny, I know he won't offer me the same protection from telling mother my little secret. I wish I could go home. I don't think I could get it up now. I just want to get this over with.
I won't have that problem on this trip to MS. We are staying at the Ramada Inn in Corinth. Separate rooms thank you. We are driving 14 hrs to see my Aunt for about 5 Min so Pop can get his rocks off. At least they have a bar at the motel. Mississippi is a strange state for alcohol. Most of the state is dry with little pockets here and there that are wet. The alcohol map changes too. At this particular point in time "hard liquor " is allowed. Beer and wine is not allowed. The bar is packed.
I've never seen a bar run like this before. Behind the bar one person is filling glasses with ice. The other has a bar gun and dispenses the booze and the mix. The waitress yells out her order, maybe 6 or 8 different drinks some with this, some without that. Nothing is in writing.
The guy just keeps moving his gun from one glass to the next. Finally my vodka gimlet gets there. There are a lot of cute guys here.
I have had sex with guys, lots of times. But usually I would just give someone a blowjob in the john and that's it. It's always the same. Once a guy gets his blowjob he could care less about the blower, especially if he is straight. I usually blow straight guys. I've never fucked or been fucked by a guy.
Never really wanted too. I figure if I was going to fuck someone it should be Colleen. I sure would like to get a guy up in my room tonight. I have been thinking of this problem the whole trip. I will just have to play it by ear.
The first thing is for me to check out the toilets. So here goes nothing. There are two urinals and two toilets. The partition between the urinals is sufficient to make it difficult to peek at the guy next to you.
He would have to be standing way back and you would have to be stretching his neck. Not a good situation. The toilet stalls are clean, no writing on the walls and most disappointing, no glory hole. The stall door does face the urinals but you can't see through the crack in the door.
Well back out for another drink. There are lots of neat looking guys here. One thing I always believe, there is always a fag in every bar and always a straight dude ready to have his cock sucked. Most of these guys seem to have an awfully red neck though. I made some eye contact with one guy that seems to be by himself.
He could be waiting for someone. I think he might be looking for the same thing I am. I will keep my eye on him. Dad and Betty seem to be better occupied in their room. The guy is blond, slight of build about lbs and 5ft 4in tall, clean looking with a bit of a darker five o'clock shadow. I can't tell by his bulge how big his cock is; just that he has something down there. I finally had enough booze to head off to the toilet. Guess who is following me in, the cute blond.
I head directly to the urinal on the right and he goes for the other one.