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  Bennington’s Place

  by

  Gabriel Garçonnière

  Copyright 2008

  By Gabriel Garçonnière

  All rights reserved.

  Bennington’s Place

  Any resemblance any characters in this work may resemble to actual persons, living or passed on, is purely coincidental. All stories presented in this work are a figment of the author’s imagination.

  Flashlight Night

  “Tonight is Flashlight Night,” George yelled, popping out of his bedroom door and strutting across the living room like a runway model.

  “So,” I said, lying on the sofa and not looking up from my book.

  “Well, what do you think?”

  “Dear God,” I said at the sight of him.

  Shiny black combat boots, camouflage pants that had been cut off into extremely short shorts, and a black suede vest with silver zippers were all that made up George’s outfit for tonight’s party at the Pipeline where he tended bar.

  Despite the oddity of his clothing, his tan skin and furry legs and chest somehow made it all work. I had seen him scantily clad in costumes for Construction Night, Underwear Night, Mardi Gras Ball, and S&M Night before, so tonight’s ensemble was no big deal.

  “You look like you are auditioning for the Village People,” I said with a snicker.

  “As the cop or the construction worker?” he asked with excitement.

  “Definitely the construction worker.”

  “Woof!”

  “So what is Flashlight Night?” I asked.

  “Lots of groping and feeling in the dark. You coming?”

  “Ha! I don’t think so.”

  George knew I didn’t like the Pipeline. The leather and denim crowd just wasn’t my scene. At twenty-five, I still preferred the martini drinking, popper sniffing, shirtless go-go boy, thumpa, thumpa dance club crowd.

  We’d been roommates for three years, just roommates, despite what anyone thought about two gay men living together. Besides, we were complete opposites. I had a short stocky build, and it would probably take a year for me to grow any facial hair if I tried. George had a goatee and he was tall with big arms and a naturally dark tan. My chest hair consisted of a few stray hairs around my nipples and a treasure trail below the navel. George’s rippled chest was covered with a blanket of black fuzzy hair; his huge pectorals were like pillows. George called me a cub. He was definitely a bear.

  “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you’re missing,” he said on his way out.

  “If I change my mind, I’ll call you so you can put my name on the list,” I joked.

  “No need to call me. The Pipeline doesn’t have a cover charge, unlike that twink place you go to that costs ten bucks at the door. Have a good night,” he said closing the door behind him.

  It was Saturday night, and although I definitely wasn’t going to Flashlight Night, I wasn’t about to stay in either. I picked up the phone to call my best friend, Robert. Chances are he’d be up for a night of dancing at Boy Bar.

  “Girl, I can’t tonight. I’m going to Pipeline,” he said when I asked him if he was going out. I hated when he called me girl.

  “You too?”

  “You should go with me.”

  “I don’t like daddy bears.”

  “They’re not all big leather daddies like you think. Some very hot men go to Pipeline. You’re more likely to take someone home from there then at Boy Bar. Pipeline is more relaxed and laid back. Heck, you don’t even have to take them home. There’s a tree house out on the patio where lots of action takes place.”

  “Probably lots of whipping and spanking.”

  “Nah, that’s only on Leather Night.”

  “I still think I’ll pass,” I said.

  “Okay, but you don’t know what you’re missing. Bye, Girl. Have fun. Be safe.”

  “Bye.”

  I knew exactly what I was missing. I needed to get laid. It’d been three months since I had any action. Despite jacking off almost every morning and night, my balls were aching to be touched by someone else.

  I hung up the phone and laid down on my bed for a disco nap. I hated going out by myself. When I got to the club there’d almost always be someone I knew already there who I could hang out or dance with. I just hated to walk in all by myself. Going into Boy Bar all by yourself was easy gossip. You were either new in town, underage, or an easy lay, even if they’d seen you there before.

  Being tagged as an easy lay might not be such a bad thing, but the trash that would end up hitting on you would quickly change your mind. They were tired old queens in bad drag or creepy 50-something lushes who refused to admit they were too old to be going out. Hot tricks were slim pickings these days. I didn’t know where everyone had moved on to. After an hour nap, I checked the gay rag for hints of a new bar or club that guys might be trying out, but there was nothing.

  At midnight, I got in my car and went to Boy Bar but the parking lot was still half empty. Instead of parking, I drove around town passing by some of the less popular hole in the wall bars to see if any of them might have picked up. These places had neon beer signs in the windows, a juke box in one corner and a pool table in the other, and no dance floor.

  I’d started an evening with happy hour at a few of those nameless places with some friends, but usually ended up at Boy Bar by now. I wasn’t about to step foot in one of them at this hour. I drove back by Boy Bar instead but still had my choice of prime parking. Before going inside, I decided to drive by Pipeline and at least take a look from the outside.

  “Well, that explains where everyone is,” I said out loud to myself as I pulled my car into the parking lot across the street. It was packed; cars were even lined along both sides of the street and still pulling in behind me to look for spaces. A burly security guard who was patrolling the lot on foot walked up next to my car.

  “This lot is full. There’s parking in an adjacent lot just a block down,” he said as I rolled down my window.

  “Thanks.”

  I zig zagged my way back out of the parking lot and drove down the street to the next block. Another macho-looking security guard waved me into a vacant spot with a flash light. I turned off my car and sat there behind the wheel for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not I was going to go in. A tap on my window startled me. It was the security guard.

  “Everything okay?” he asked over my window as it lowered. His eyes wandered across my lap as he shined his light inside. He was probably making sure I wasn’t doing anything illegal.

  “Yeah, I was just calling a friend inside and letting him know I’m here,” I lied.

  “It’s a packed house tonight.” His almond brown eyes made me a bit uncomfortable, but I liked the feel of them on me. I knew he was checking me out.

  “Really?”

  “Yep. You been here before?”

  “No, actually this is my first time.”

  “Mmm, fresh meat, eh?” he asked, licking his top lip.

  “One of the bartenders is my roommate,” I said popping my door open so he’d scoot back and let me out.

  “Which one?”

  “George.”

  “Oh yeah? George never mentioned you. I can see why.” His eyes fell up and down my body two or three times.

  “Um, why?” I asked, almost offended.

  “A nice piece of ass like you, I’d keep you all to myself too.”

  “Oh no, we aren’t—”

  “Just messing with ya, man. You definitely aren’t George’s type. You better hurry in. You don’t want to miss out on all the fun.”

  “Thanks. Is my car safe here?”

  “Don’t worry. It is on my watch,” he said with a low growl.

/>   I turned and hurried away. From down the street, I could see a small line forming outside the door of the bar. The Pipeline was a narrow one-story building nestled in between two taller abandoned buildings. I had heard all about its infamous patio out back which was secluded in between the tall neighboring walls on either side.

  The heavy bass of some techno music could be heard once I got in line to go inside. It made me feel a little better about my decision to come here because I was expecting a juke box in the corner with bad speakers. I also expected the inside to be completely dark, but all the flashlights being turned on and off kept the place lit enough for me to see.

  Lots of guys were shining their flashlights in each other’s faces, or on butts and crotches as people walked by. I was also expecting to walk in on a big orgy but besides some heavy kissing and petting along the wall, it was a pretty tame crowd. There were indeed lots of hefty men decked out in black leather jackets showing off their chest hair, but the bar didn’t smell like a locker room like I thought it would. Instead, the smell of poppers invaded my nose. I felt the bulge in my jeans start to grow.

  “Oh my God! What are you doing here?” I heard Robert squeal into my ear from over my shoulder.

  I turned to look at him, thrilled to have already run into someone I knew. He was completely nude except for a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear and combat boots. Everyone in the place had on the same shiny black boots. I suddenly felt out of place with my comfortable sneakers.

  “I went to Boy Bar, but the parking lot was half empty,” I yelled into his ear.

  “That’s because everyone is here. What do you think of the place?” he asked with a grin on his face, pushing hands away from popping the elastic of his shorts.

  “I just got here.”

  “C’mon then, let me show you around.”

  “I want to get a beer first.”

  “The place isn’t that big. It won’t take long. Besides, George is working the patio bar. You can get a drink out there.”

  The front of the place where I had just walked in consisted of a long bar on one side and a pool table on the other. The space in between was packed with a standing-room only crowd of people mingling and talking. As Robert took my hand to pull me through, I noticed the walls were adorned with shiny silver and copper pipes that twisted in all directions. Dim yellow spotlights were shining out from in between them, revealing handcuffs and leather straps hanging from some of the pipes. There was a heavy crowd around the pool table, and I spotted someone’s legs in the air from over the top of them. I somehow guessed a game of pool was not going on.

  We dipped through a smaller second part of the bar where a tiny mirror ball and a few flashing lights indicated a dance floor, something more like a dance corner, which was bordered by video and pin ball machines. There were two doors along one wall marked “Master” and “Slave.” Robert told me those were the bathrooms. Through flashlight beams, I caught the eyes of several men standing against the wall. Some were hot. I shook Robert’s hand loose so we didn’t look like boyfriends. Black plastic covered the back door leading outside. Robert pulled it back so I could step through.

  The patio was a multi-tiered, intricately designed, grown man’s playground. We immediately came upon the bar under an awning that covered the entire length of the back of the building. Past the bar, you walked down a few steps to a main level flanked by a few benches. This area was big enough to be another dance floor, but tonight was just another large space filled with men standing around talking. A few steps on the other side led up to a dead end wall, but there were doorways at either end next to the outer fence that led behind the wall. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to know what was on the other side. From above the wall, a tall massive oak tree stretched into the sky and through the leaves I could just make out the infamous tree house.

  “Has hell frozen over?” George asked.

  “Shut up,” I said with a grin.

  “What made you come here?”

  I paused before answering.

  “Umm, Boy Bar was empty.”

  “That’s because everyone is here.”

  “That’s what I told him,” Robert said, “Hey, I’m gonna cruise a bit. You wanna come with me?”

  “No, I’ll be okay. I’m going to stay here at the bar for a minute. I’ll see you around.”

  “Catch ya later. Have fun,” Robert said as he disappeared into the crowd on the patio.

  “So what’s behind that wall?” I asked George.

  “A maze. Lots of nooks and corners to play in. It leads up to the tree house. You should check it out.”

  “Maybe I will.”

  For now, I grabbed a vacant seat at the bar for a beer and told George to keep them coming. I was still a bit nervous, but I liked people-watching. And I was definitely intrigued by the men coming and going from behind that back wall. From the top of it, I could see men up in the tree house but only from the shoulders up. Based on the look of some of their faces and the crowds around them looking down, they were probably getting blown.

  “I want you to meet someone. Nigel, this is my roommate,” George said after about my sixth beer.

  I had a nice buzz going on and my crotch was aching to get off this barstool and go join the rest of the horny crowd.

  “Damn, he is hot. Just like you said,” Nigel said looking at me.

  I hated when people talked about me like I wasn’t there, but it was okay this time. Nigel was a god. He was at least a foot taller than me. He had on tight black leather pants that tied up the front and those signature black boots. He was shirtless, and had every right to be. His abs were a flawlessly sculpted ripple. His pecs were two enormous bubbles with half-dollar coin sized nipples. He was covered in salt and pepper colored nicely trimmed course hair. His broad muscled shoulders and back made him look like a well oiled machine.

  Nigel’s face was broad with a narrow dimpled chin. I wanted to rub my face against his dark five o’clock shadow. His deep set mysterious eyes looked right through me. I reached to shake his hand politely, but instead he pulled me up close to him and smiled. The smell of his musky scent and the feel of his warm flesh against my arm brought my cock to full attention. I felt his other hand reach down and tickle my growing bulge.

  “Nice to meet you,” Nigel said in a deep throaty voice.

  “You too,” I muttered.

  “Wanna go somewhere and talk?”

  “Sure, I guess.” I looked over his shoulder at George for an approval. He winked and nodded, and gave me an okay sign with his fingers.

  “See ya later, George,” Nigel said with a grin as he took me by the hand and led me through the thinning patio crowd like a puppy on a leash.

  Nigel led me across the patio to one of the openings leading behind the wall I’d been so curious about. Like mice in a maze, we went back and forth and around the corners of the sex labyrinth. The ceiling was open to the sky, but completely shaded underneath the large limbs that held the tree house. We passed by half naked men up against the wall. Dicks were out and getting stroked and sucked. A man had his face buried deep in another’s ass. My head spun from the beer and from trying to take in everything I saw as my eyes adjusted to the dark corridors. After three or four turns, we’d reached the base of the tree.

  “Are we going up there?” I asked.

  “Nah, I think right here is fine.”

  Nigel leaned me up against the tree with his massive arms on either side. He grinned and looked deep into my eyes then planted his lips on mine. The force of his tongue into my mouth was a surprise. My eyes darted side to side, afraid an audience might form but no one was there. I closed my eyes and kissed back. I felt his large warm hands slide up my shirt. He pinched my nipples hard. The unexpected pain made me pull away from him, but I had no time to react. His mouth fell down my face and he began sucking my neck and nibbling at my ear. His wandering hands slid down to my jeans and unbuttoned them.

  Nigel pulled away only for a second to yank
my shirt up over my shoulders. Compared to him, I looked like a twelve year old kid but he smiled at the sight of me shirtless. The scratch of the tree’s bark against my back was odd, but I liked it. Nigel held one arm up in the air and dug his mouth into one of my armpits. It tickled, but also turned me on. Then, he leaned down to suck on my nipples. His teeth sent a jolt through me as he worked them over. His hands slid into the waistline of my jeans and back behind me, down into my briefs. He cupped my buttocks and pulled them apart, wasting no time to work a finger into my crack. I went limp in his embrace, savoring him being in complete control.

  Nigel got on his knees and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Sucking my cock through my briefs, he continued working his finger closer and closer to my hole. I heard footsteps as a couple came down out of the tree house. My instincts made me want to pull away and put my clothes back on, but the feel of Nigel’s mouth on my cock made me not care. The couple walked by us with huge grins on their faces, but they didn’t stop to stare. Nigel never looked up.

  Instead, he yanked down my briefs and quickly swallowed my cock. One hand fondled and pulled at my balls, while the other reached under my legs and went back to exploring my asshole. I reached down with my small hands and tried to massage his giant shoulders. He had almost brought me to a climax when he freed my cock from his mouth and put his hands on my waist.