The Crown Is Mine

by Berlinda Wall

  As we sat and watched, a herd of scantily clad go-go boys worked the bar and worked table to table. Dick was very popular with the boys, as everyone came over to say “hi” and rub on Dick's body. Dick kept slipping dollar bills into their underwear, and each time he would pull the underwear further out to get a good look at the boy's penis or stick his hand in to feel up his junk. He was always polite and would introduce the dancer to Sheila and me. There were several who were absolutely gorgeous and caused a stirring in my own pants. Finally, Andrew came over.

  The first thing you notice about Andrew is his smile. His teeth just shined whenever he smiled and spoke. It was mesmerizing. And it didn't hurt that he was built like a brick shithouse. He was twenty-five and had an incredible chest with a little bit of fur and several tattoos, great legs, great arms, and a personality. He could actually carry on a conversation.

  "Andrew, how would you like to take our little traveling companion back for a private dance?" Dick slipped Andrew sixty dollars.

  Andrew took me by the hand and led me to the back where there was a row of private curtained-off booths. We slipped into one of the booths and immediately Andrew started rubbing his bubble ass against my crotch. I could feel the rise in my dick as it strained against my jeans. He spun around. I couldn't resist pinching his nipples, rubbing my hands all over his chest and licking his pecs. He even let me pull out his dick and start stroking it. He was kissing my neck and slightly moaning as I felt his dick keep getting harder. He took his hand and started rubbing the front of my jeans, which caused me to squirm more on my bench seat.

  "Unzip your pants," Andrew said.

  Whatever he said, I was going to do. So I slipped the zipper down, revealing my underwear-covered bulge, which started pushing out the zipper. He took his hand and grabbed my bulge and started rubbing. As he did, I could feel myself starting to sweat.

  "Undo your belt and open your pants," he said.

  Again, I complied. I opened my jeans. He pulled down the back of his underwear and started grinding his hole against my underwear. Up and down, pushing his hole against me and tightening his ass cheeks as he did. The pleasure was exquisite, which was strange, since being a bottom, I never had someone tighten their ass on my dick. But he was the hottest man I had ever played around with. Next thing I knew he pulled down my underwear and stuck my throbbing dick into his hole and began to ride it up and down. His ass muscles were incredible, as I could feel him tighten on the down stroke. Unfortunately, this was short-lived, as his name was called to get up and start working the bar.

  "Heading to the bar, my man," he said as he unmounted himself and then grabbed my underwear and pulled them back up over my still hard dick.

  All I could do was say, "Thank you" as I pulled up my zipper and buttoned and belted my jeans back up.

  "I'll come over to your table later," he said.

  "That would be lovely," I said.

  And we both slipped back out of the booth. There was already a line of dancers and their patrons waiting for a booth space to open up so it was quickly filled.

  "Are you okay?" Sheila asked as I got back to the table.

  "I think I just topped someone," was my reply. "I've never done that before."

  "Andrew is a great dancer. He will do just about anything you ask. Next time, tell him you would like to sit on his dick," Dick said. "He's definitely worth the money."

  "I'm just extremely horny now," was all I could say. "Excuse me while I go to the restroom to wash my face."

  "Are you sure you shouldn't wash your dick?" Sheila said.

  She had a good point there. The bathroom was empty, so I grabbed a handful of paper towels, wet them down, and then went into a stall. There I was able to rinse my dick off and dispose of the evidence.

  I stepped out to wash my face and all I heard was, "Did you have some trouble in there?" I turned to see a hot, bearded ginger man leaning on one of the sinks.

  "What do you mean?" was my response.

  "Take a look," he said.

  As I took a look, I finally saw what he was talking about. The towels were definitely wet and had dripped causing my jeans to look like I had wet myself. "It's not what you think it is," I said.

  "It usually isn't. My name is Sammy," he said.

  "I'm Tyler."

  "It is a pleasure to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?" he offered.

  "I'm with friends, but I think that would be okay."

  "Come over here," he said. He then grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the wall. I didn't realize the men here were so forward, and I'm not the type of person to have sex in a public bathroom. I'm looking for love, but not in public. He reached around me and pushed the button. Next thing I felt was the warm air from the hand dryer blowing on my pants to dry them out. Thank God I didn't open my big mouth.

  "That looks better," he said. "How about that drink now?"

  We shuffled back to the table, and I introduced Sammy to Sheila and Dick.

  "No introduction needed," Dick said. "How are you this evening?"

  As it turns out, Sammy worked at one of Dick's favorite restaurants, so they already knew each other.

  "I was wondering if I could join you and buy a round of drinks for the table?" Sammy asked.

  "Honey, you can do what-ever you want you sexy, young thing," Sheila said.

  And with that the drink fest began. It first started with more cocktails and quickly led to shots. There was a group selling Jell-O shots to raise money for their softball team. Of course, this gave me an idea, but this was a night to forget the crown and just have fun. Dick plopped down a $20 bill, and next thing I knew there was a giant stack of Jell-O shots and we are all swilling our tongues around the plastic cups. These were really strong shots, but that didn't stop any of us from consuming.

  The entire time, Sammy and I were playing handsies under the table. He had such strong thighs and arms that my mouth began to water.

  As the evening progressed, my manhole kept puckering and it started calling the shots. I wanted to go home with Sammy so bad, but I thought it would be poor form to do so since Dick was kind enough to let us come and stay with him. It was pretty obvious that he felt the same way, but I don't think he wanted to bring it up in front of my friends.

  "Boys why don't you go to Sammy's and fuck like animals. It's obvious you both have the hots for each other, and you will be in good hands. Just remember my address 2115 Bull St," Dick said.

  "Really?" I asked.

  "Go have some fun, but be safe," Sheila said.

  "Are you sure? I don't want to run off and leave you," I said.

  "I will be fine. Plus, I'm here with my old friend and we have more catching up to do. You boys go have some fun," Sheila said.

  I couldn't believe they were being so gracious, but I guess that was just Savannah rubbing off on us. Or at least hopefully rubbing off on me.

  As I got up from the table, I stumbled a little bit. I didn't realize how wasted I had become. Sammy wasn't in much better shape.

  "It is a very short walk to my apartment. My roommate works at another club and won't be home until much later," he said. I hadn't looked at my watch for a while, so I was surprised it was 1:30 already.

  So we stepped out into the cool night and headed up the cobblestone street to the dangerously-angled stone stairs back up to the main street level. I think Sammy had his hands on my ass to balance me the entire time up the stairs to make sure I didn't take a digger and crack open my head. Once we were at the top, he took me by the hand and kissed me on the mouth. His lips were so warm as he put his massive arms around me and pulled me tighter. I got weak in the knees. "Come on," he said as he led me the couple of blocks to the basement apartment in an old house. It was rather charming and cozy, and as he said, we had the place to ourselves.

  "Would you like a drink?" he asked.

  "Just water. I need to sober up a bit."

  He handed me a bottle of water and we settled onto the living room c
ouch in front of the TV. For some reason "Honey I Shrunk The Kids" was on, but we paid very little attention to the movie.

  He immediately began to unbutton my shirt and started kissing and sucking on my neck. It sent chills down my spine as he slowly removed my shirt. I couldn't wait and I started pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing a wash board stomach and bulging pecs with a forest of red fur. He pushed me down on the couch and started sucking on my nipples, which usually made my dick get hard immediately. Something was wrong because I didn't feel anything down there. My penis was dead. I had whiskey dick and there was no getting an erection. Panic set in.

  Here I was with this extremely hot man and couldn't get it up. How can I explain that I was turned on even though my penis wasn't cooperating? Think. Think. It really doesn't matter because I am a bottom, and as long as his dick works, this shouldn't be a problem. Relax now.

  I could feel the heat from his naked torso as he bumped and ground his body all over mine. He pulled off my shoes and ripped open my pants and tugged them off as quickly as he could, causing us to tumble onto the blanket-covered floor. He got to his knees and unzipped his jeans and began to roll them down, revealing a tattoo just below the waist line. It was a Winnie the Pooh Bear. It blended well with the start of his red bush peering out of his Andrew Christian underwear. The jeans kept sliding down, revealing more and more as they slid past his tree trunk thighs and fell to the floor. The only thing it didn't reveal was a package in those Andrew Christian tightie whities. It lay there like a lump of Play-Doh, and no amount of kneading was going to get this dough to rise. He kicked the jeans off the rest of the way, and there we were, two drunks with dead dicks. We continued to make out, but the thrill of the evening was lost. He finally fell asleep with one arm wrapped around me, so I pushed it to one side, grabbed the pillows off the couch, and pulled the blanket over the both of us. It was chilly on the floor, but at least I had my own red-headed nuclear reactor to keep me warm as I finally dosed off to sleep, only to wait for another day to find the perfect man.

  CHAPTER 31

  The sun came through the basement windows and landed directly on my face. It became impossible to sleep at this point, plus I had to pee. I slipped out from under the blanket and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I was trying to remember my ginger's name and was drawing a complete blank. Did I really have that much to drink last night?

  "Did you and Sammy have fun last night?" came out of the second bedroom door as the roommate pushed open the door.

  Sammy, that's it.

  "There's coffee in the kitchen if you need some," the roommate said.

  It was good to pee. It seemed like I peed forever. I kept trying to remember Dick's address. I was still a little fuzzy. As I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could think about was that I needed a haircut. With the competition going on, I didn't have as much time to myself as I used to.

  I woke my giant ginger gently. "Hey, I gotta go. I had a great time."

  "Me too," Sammy said. "Hope you can come back to Savannah soon."

  "How do I get to Bull Street?"

  "Just take a left out the door and head down two blocks," he said.

  By the time I grabbed a disposable cup of coffee, Sammy was already back sound asleep as I headed out the door.

  It was a beautiful, cool day and still a little early. There was very little traffic out and I had the street to myself. I walked a block, and to my surprise, there was a beauty salon open. I pushed open the door and the only one there was the person behind the check- in desk reading a magazine.

  "May I help you, sugar?" she asked. "My name is Char."

  "I would love a haircut, please."

  "Come over here, baby boy, and I will get you taken care of."

  She sat me down in the chair and put on the giant plastic cloth with the name of the salon – Hair Today Gone Tomorrow Salon - in pink letters.

  "Is that a birthmark?" Char asked.

  I had no idea of what she was talking about, and I didn't really want to know so I said, "Yes."

  She got my hair cleaned up and we finished with a shampoo. At least my hair was clean, since I didn't know how the rest of me smelled. I paid her out and tipped her. I was back on the street again and heading to Dick's doing the walk of shame.

  It was nice to have some time to myself since I never got any private time. I turned on Bull Street and started paying attention to the street numbers. It wasn't that far up the street before I spotted the house. Thank God it was so distinctive, otherwise I would have been totally lost.

  There was a lot of activity out front next door as the wedding party was trying to get everyone into the cars and off to the church. I didn't meet the bride, but she looked stunning in her wedding gown as they got her into her chauffeur-driven limo and sent her off. The groom came out of the door a minute later. He was hot in his tuxedo. Next, I'm assuming, were his parents, who were a little older, but were beaming at their pride and joy. They all hopped into an SUV and off they went.

  I strolled up the front walk-way and was greeted by the guests staying at Dick's house as they were heading out the door. We exchanged small talk and off they went.

  I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh. To my surprise, Sheila was already up running around in her pink robe.

  The same clothes as the night before, I see," she said. "Didn't have time to change into anything else?"

  "Honey, you know I didn't have any time," I responded.

  "So how was he?"

  "My giant ginger was a fantastic kisser, but WD40 kicked in for both of us and nothing happened past that."

  "What is WD40?" she asked.

  "Whiskey dick," I replied.

  "So sorry to hear that. Oh my God. What is that on your neck?"

  "What do you mean?"

  She pulled out her reading glasses to get a better look as she pulled my shirt collar down. "You better take a look in the mirror. Cute hair-cut, by the way."

  I ran over to the mirror and pulled down my shirt collar. To my surprise there was a huge hickey. When I say huge, I mean it looked like a leach had hooked on and tried to drain me dry. I touched it, and it hurt a little. "Holy crap Batman." That is what Char was asking about.

  "Holy crap is right. It looks like you hooked up a vacuum cleaner and went to town." She started laughing.

  "Stop it. It's not that funny."

  "Sweetie, yes it is," she said. "I've got some cover up we can use to hide it for the rest of the day. You don't want these good town folks thinking you’re a slut.

  I could feel the burn on my face as I started turning a bright shade of red. "Is it warm in here or is the last of my dignity going up in flames?"

  "You have nothing to worry about. No one here knows who you are, so just relax," she said.

  So I finally went to the bathroom and slid off my evening rags and stepped into the hot, steaming shower. It was good to relax in the steam. Sheila also told me to let the heat from the water pulse on the bruise to see if it would loosen it up any. I let the water get into every crevice to wash away the man funk from last night. It felt good to be clean again.

  As I stepped from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, Dick was coming out of his bedroom.

  "Well hello, my weary traveler. Did you get any sleep last night?" he asked.

  "We got a little," I said, which was the truth. That's what happens when you leave a bar late.

  "Put on some comfortable clothes because we are heading to brunch, and then I'm taking you on a tour of downtown."

  It had warmed up nicely, so shorts and a t-shirt were in order.

  The three of us strolled several blocks and headed over to Lady and Sons, which is the restaurant owned by Paula Deen located right downtown. There was a waitlist, so we put our name in and headed to the bar. The next thing I knew, there were three mimosas sitting in front of us.

  "It is a tradition to drink here in Savannah. You need to become a part of it," Dick said.

  Who
was I to argue with tradition? We each grabbed our glasses and toasted to each other. What I didn't know was this was just the start of the drinking for the day, because after brunch, our day out turned into a bar crawl of the downtown. The downtown was constructed of squares, which were to help encourage people to socialize back in the day. It was a dreamy downtown brought back to life by the Savannah College of Art and Design, better known as SCAD. As Dick informed us the city center was shutting down as the malls were built further out in the suburbs. The only thing left downtown was the river district and a Woolworths. The local theater was shuttered and became an eyesore. But SCAD had the vision and started renovating downtown, and with that came the condos and restaurants. Even the old theater was done and is now owned by the school as their performing arts center.

  Dick took us over to the large park, Forsyth Park, and I marveled at the fountains. They were gorgeous, and amazingly, they were ordered out of a store catalogue and shipped to Savannah. I pulled out some change and went over to the fountain, which had tons of change lying in the bottom. I threw in a quarter, hoping that it would improve my luck.

  "To the almighty powers that be, please let me meet the right man for me. I hope I'm not asking for too much." The quarter splashed into the water.

  "What did you wish for?" Sheila asked.

  "If I told you, it won't come true."

  "You wished for a man again, didn't you.”

  "Yes."

  "Baby boy, it will happen. It happens when you least expect it. It's when you go looking for it that it won't happen."

  "You really think so?"

  "She's right, you know," Dick said. "I had the love of my life and even though our time was short, I know that it will happen again."

  "I'm so sorry to hear that."

  "Don't be. Love will find me again. Let's go get a drink. I'm thirsty and there is a great bar just around the corner."