NAT
Posted on: May 19, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
NATBy KewtieboyLuck really didn’t come into it though many thought I was lucky. At 34 I still felt I was a good-looking catch. My interests in other guys were mainly in those my own age. I was a man’s man liking men who acted like men, men who acted like me really. When Nat started talking to me one night in the main gay bar in town, I paid him little heed. I was cruising a rather attractive David Beckham lookalike at the other side of the bar and was at the sly smiling stage where each time our eyes met we would smile at each other like we had a hidden secret. He was really attractive and just my type – hard to get!Suddenly there was a hyperactive explosion of conversation at my right elbow and there was Nat. It was more of a continued conversation in which I had not been party to its initial stages. “They always do that to me; did you see that?”“Uh,” I said, rather lamely. “Sorry I don’t know what you are talking about.”“These bloody barmen, they treat me like I’m underage or completely invisible. I’m over 18,” he shouted to a passing bar queen! “I won’t report you for underage serving.”“What are you trying to buy,” I asked?“Just a bottle of beer,” he replied.“A beer please,” I shouted to the returning bar queen!“Coming up,” he said as he minced past, picked one up, flipped off the top and dumped it on the counter. ...
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