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Waking up after another round of bad dreams, Craig Bellingham sat up, realizing that he was safe in his one-room apartment in New York City. His moods were sometimes determined by his dreams and took him awhile to eliminate the disturbing images during sleep so he needed to find a place where he could enjoy people. The effect of the dream lingered on as he walked around trying to find suitable clothing for a trip to a bar he had never been to but was told was to his liking. Craig?s fashion sense was nonexistent, preferring to wear comfortable jeans and a t-shirt over clothing that would win him points at a gay, twink bar that was close to him. Craig was an imposing figure, standing at around six foot, five inches and weighing around three hundred twenty pounds, so he needed no extra effort to be noticed. His dark skin and excess of body hair added to the masculinity that often got him many free drinks and frequent opportunities for one night stands. But this evening, Craig wanted more than a hook-up. He wanted to find someone compatible who would actually listen instead Escort Avrupa yakası of immediately wanting to blow him. He showered, shaved and ironed his casual clothes, hoping that more presentable attire would result in more than another evening of sex with a hungry bottom, as was often the case. Meanwhile Joe Stephens, a middle aged white man, was getting over a relationship that ended after years of suffering through mental and physical abuse. He felt like talking with someone who would listen to his troubles but realized that his chances were limited in an environment where men were on the hunt. He sought after large, masculine ethnic men who were decisive and domineering sexually. Because very few men in gay bars fit that description, he often went home alone. He gathered his belonging and headed to the local gay bar known for its leather scene for a night he hoped would satisfy one of his needs, good conversation or good sex. After a couple of hours of drinking and shallow conversations, Joe generously tipped the bartender Ataköy escort and was headed out the door. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a large Black man walk in after having cleared the checkpoint at the door. Joe sat back down, hoping that he would be fortunate enough to have the man sit by him. ?Back already hun?? asked the bartender. ?Yes, saw someone come in that caught my eye,? said Joe as he ordered another beer. As luck would have it the large man sat two seats away, his frame taking up space for two. As the bartender gave Joe his beer he took the order from the masculine voiced Black man. Joe looked over to him and immediately caught his eye. The both nodded to each other having that awkward moment where the unexpected eye lock happened so quickly. ?Didn?t mean to stare,? said Joe as an icebreaker. Craig laughed. ?Not a problem man,? he said while taking another drink of his dark beer. The two sat quietly for a few minutes. Joe was extremely attracted to Craig but wasn?t getting any signs the attraction was mutual. He Şirinevler escort bayan decided to make another attempt to communicate. ?Name?s Joe,? he said extending his hand for a shake. Craig turned around to accept Joe?s hand, getting a better look at the handsome white man who was eager to connect with him. ?Craig. Nice meeting you Joe.? Joe was elated that Craig appeared to have some interest in him. Craig?s hand was very large and meaty, almost as if he wore leather gloves. For the next couple of hours, Craig and Joe engaged in pleasant conversation, drinking shots and beers and confiding in each other?s previous relationship failures and successes. Then came the awkward moment when Craig got up to leave. ?Well Joe, got to be at work tomorrow so got to go,? said Craig as he got up to put on his jacket. ?Sorry to hear that man, was just enjoying your company.? At no point during their conversation did sex ever come up but Joe was willing to push the envelope. He had met someone to talk to and enjoyed hearing his life?s stories but Joe felt they could connect on a different level. ?Sure you don?t want to stay for another drink? On me?? ?No man I?m good, but thanks.? Not wanting to look desperate but not wanting to lose him, Joe quickly thought of a way in. ?Mind if I walk out with you?? ?No, come on. I live a few blocks from here,? said Craig as he stopped to zip his jacket.