John’s Day Out, Part One [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He missed his bed.

John knew his own bed, traveled every contour of its surface in nights of restless sleep. His head remembered the pillows, their softness worn away from years of use. His body felt for the mattress, the divots it had created as he often fell in after a tough day of work. Not even the sheets, with holes from which stuffing creeped which he’d been too lazy to fix, were missing. Replaced by a bed that had never been slept in. The warmth of these sheets, and the mattress’ soft surface beneath his back, were nice amenities to be sure. For a moment, he even considered going back to sleep. But, a promise WAS a promise. And when Marcia had already been so kind, doing this little thing wouldn’t hurt.

Forcing himself to wake up, John shoved the covers aside. Even in just the single night, staying with his neighbor was the most sleep he’d gotten in weeks. He’d even done so in pajamas, mostly to avoid uncomfortable situations in the middle of the night. Thankfully his wardrobe was 90% sweatpants, so finding something to put on had been no trouble at least. He’d put on a shirt as well, though something told him that would be less of an issue. Odds were, she wouldn’t be interested in his chubby stomach and hairy chest.

Beneath the shower’s warm water, he tried to think just what to do with this “day out” that she wanted him to take. He’d not been outside much since moving to Terry Creek, mostly out of focus on his work. It didn’t help much, but writing came a little easier when he sat in the same spot for hours, staring at an empty page. The world outside his computer screen was a mystery, and he’d been content to keep it that way. His only constant companions were Wishbone, his cat, and Marcia. But somehow, he got the feeling a day IN with Marcia could bring more problems than solve anything.

But he couldn’t stay in the shower forever, either. One quick rinse off later, John was dressed and headed downstairs.

He’d always thought Marcy’s place was rather quaint. Sparsely decorated, she’d mostly hung up photos of her family and friends. There was even one of her and John towards the bottom of the stairs. She’d insisted on taking it after he moved in, and something about the gentle tone of her voice had won him over instantly. At the kitchen table, she kept a vase of flowers that were refreshed at the beginning of the week. Not knowing much on the subject, John only distinguished them by color, and this week’s were a dark shade of purple.

His hostess stood on the table’s opposite side, cooking something at the stove-top. The delicious aroma of bacon and eggs set John’s mouth watering, and took his mind off the view of Marcia’s supple behind.

“Morning, Marcy,” He called as he entered. A white blur ran past him at ankle height. It was Wishbone’s way of saying ‘good morning’, the panicky cat.

“Morning!” She replied. “I’ve almost got breakfast done. Thought you might want something nice before going out today.”

There was already a cup of coffee waiting for him as he sat down. Straight black, just the way he liked it. Though it was still scalding hot, John ventured a sip as he watched her cook.

“So what’ve you got planned for today? Outside of kicking me out, of course.”

He was only teasing. Marcia turned around, amusement twinkling in those lovely brown eyes.

“You’ll be fine~ And besides, I don’t think you wanna help me with cleaning, now, do you~?”

She had a point there. Fond as he was of his neighbor, John wasn’t too big on cleaning. Even at his own place. She nodded, finding an answer in his silence. Marcia turned away, then back again to him, now holding the skillet she’d been cooking his breakfast in.

“I just want you to get some fresh air today,” She explained. With a spatula, she pushed the bacon and scrambled eggs onto a plate she’d set beside his coffee.. “You can’t just sit in your house all day. How are you ever going to meet anyone?”

“Why would I need to do that?” John asked, still grinning. “I’ve already got such a sweet neighbor for company.”

Marcia rolled her eyes, returning his smile. She turned and put the skillet into the sink, tossing in the spatula as well. The utensil, however, had other plans as it leapt from the sink by force of impact. It skidded to a stop on the floor somewhere on the other side of the table, Marcia letting out a frustrated groan as she followed behind.

John simply shrugged and started eating. Another blessing of staying here: Marcy was a FANTASTIC cook. The eggs had just the perfect amount of cheese, enough to be tasted but not so that it was all he ate. Both slices of bacon were crisp, snapping at the smallest twist of his fingers.

Though a fantastic breakfast didn’t keep his eyes from wandering. Finding their way to staring again as Marcia bent to pick the spatula up. How might it feel, to run his hands across that plump backside? How would she sound, moaning for more as it bounced on his manhood? Such musings got the attention of his sex, which now stood at its full height beneath the table. John was somewhat grateful when she finally straightened, and couldn’t see his predicament from her vantage point.

“I mean it, John. Try to have a good time today~ There’s a lot of good people in this town. You’re sure to find SOMETHING to do.”

***

There wasn’t a lot more conversation over breakfast. Marcia finished the modest amount of eggs she’d made for herself before heading off to take care of some gardening. John sat at the table until he’d finished his coffee and felt his manhood soften again. Though Marcy wouldn’t be able to see from the backyard, there was still the fear she might come in and happen to glance down.

He decided to walk rather than waste gas. Driving was better when he had a destination in mind, and the rest of town wasn’t too far a stroll.

Hands stuffed in his pockets, John casually strolled towards town. Houses soon gave way to small shops, which then became long storefronts and larger locales. And he’d not been walking very long in the town proper before a sign caught his attention. Enough so he backed up to get a better look.

“**The Red Lace Club**”

The front windows were tinted, so seeing inside wasn’t easy. He could, however, hear soft music coming from inside. Was it some kind of rehearsal?

John side-stepped back over to the front door, just as a couple walked out of it past him. No, not a rehearsal. They were open. Nightclubs had never really been his thing. This would at least give him something to do. Maybe he’d been able to get a mimosa or something.

The lighting inside was dim, and it took a second for his eyes to adjust. Immediately at the entrance was a wooden podium, behind which stood a smiling young man.

“Good morning, sir. And how many will it be?” He asked.

“Uh, just me, thanks,” John replied.

“Very good, sir. Please find yourself a table. Our show will be starting at eleven.”

Though he’d made the choice to come in, finding a club so active this early in the day was a bit surprising. And it was the perfect kind of atmosphere for him. Relatively quiet, with just the sounds of idle conversation and soft jazz music from overhead speakers keeping silence at bay. It was a cozy little nightclub, open while some fast food places still served breakfast.

Of course, as his eye wandered, John did begin to notice other things. A group of businessmen sitting on both sides of a topless woman, the ones closest groping her ample chest. The couple sitting in one corner booth with a waiter under their table. He couldn’t make out what they were doing on their knees, but it couldn’t have been picking up dropped silverware. And outside of the greeter at the door, every member of staff seemed to believe clothing was optional. He wondered what this show might be, then, which he imagined would be on the stage on the far left of the club.

Had he not been halfway to the bar, John might’ve turned back. Anxiety had taken the pilot’s seat, as he feared walking back out would draw more attention than just grabbing something to drink. Here he was, getting out for the first time in ages, and he’d stumbled into some kind of topless bar! John prayed with all his might that Marcia hadn’t actually tailed him like she threatened.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

The silvery voice to his right caught John off guard. He’d been so caught up in thought, its owner’s approach had gone completely unnoticed. John glanced over towards them, though not in any hurry. Chances were they didn’t actually mean him. He was surprised to find a pair of electric blue eyes looking back at him.

He was a short little thing. The red latex dress he wore hugged his small frame, both nipples poking through from the cold of the club. John tried not to glance down at how short the dress’ skirt was. Seemed that with even the smallest breeze, that thing might flip up to reveal what was beneath. Not that it seemed to matter in this particular bar.

“Hey cutie~”

“Um. . . H-Hey,” John replied. He wasn’t really sure where to look. Those eyes seemed to stare through him, but anywhere else felt like asking for trouble.

“First time?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, yeah. . . Well, I don’t get out much.”

The small man grinned. He drew closer, both hands against John’s chest. It was a simple touch, just the tips of his fingers. Yet it sent a powerful warmth through the larger man’s body. He strained to think of something, ANYTHING else. But thoughts of Marcia bent over the counter, and now the shorter man’s touch made that easier said than done. Despite all efforts, John stiffened beneath his sweatpants. This only made the shorter man’s grin widen.

“Oh~ Poor thing. You’ve probably been pretty alone, then, too~”

The two were pressed tight against one another now. The tip of John’s manhood rubbed against this stranger’s stomach, as something significantly smaller was nestled just against his sack.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a little help, okay?” He said. “I don’t live too far, if you wanna get somewhere more. . . Private~”

“N-Now hold on,” John butted in. “This is all a little fast, don’t you think? I mean, we haven’t had any drinks, or talked to each other. I don’t even know your name.”

His concern didn’t have the result he’d hoped for. If anything, the smaller man tried to scale his body more.

“Hmm. . . Okay. I’ll make you a deal~ If the night goes well, we can get drinks tomorrow,” said the stranger. One of his hands glided across John’s length as they spoke.

“Besides, I don’t think I’m the one who’d have trouble waiting~”

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