Jake Bàn

By Phareal Gostfelt

Two men bumped into each other late at night in a bar. They spend time together, fall in love and plan a future together until everything falls apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phareal Gostfelt
• Release date: Oct 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463800560

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Jake Bàn

Copyright 2020 Phareal Gostfelt

Published by Phareal Gostfelt at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

First encounter

Boyfriend status

Lack of support

Disillusion

Bàn family

First encounter

On a late Friday evening of December 2018, two days after Christmas, I was coming back from a long day at work. I headed straight to the pub to grab a beer. I needed to put my mind off the mind-boggling pile of work I had to finish before the new year chimed in. This had become a new year tradition by now. I had still not gotten used to it. Every year was the same and every year I regretted not having a system in place to deal with the year-end rush.

I headed to the Grey Horse Inn, not too far from the gay district but not in the gay district. This was my way of maximising my chances of pleasure. I would be able to see hot men and hot women. Though at that moment, I just wanted to get a drink and distract myself with whatever would be playing on the tele. My brain was fried. I had no capacity to engage in anything intellectual. Worst of all, this night might very well be my only night out that week as I would probably be working on Sunday. Something I was not looking for at all.

I entered the pub and went straight to the counter. I asked for a black forest pint. I sat at the bar and stared at the bubbles dancing on the foam of my pint. They were restless, inhabited by a strange energy. They appeared from nothing at the bottom of the glass and rose effortlessly to become foam at the top. Leaving my torpor, I took a good long sip, drinking away the bubble energy. A smile appeared on my face. The sweet feeling of cold beer rolling down my throat never disappointed. And especially not after a long day at work.

The TV was playing some cricket match for which I had no interest in. I could not recognise any of the teams. I did not understand the game itself. But it was riveting. I stared at the screen. Men ran around the pitch, others stood there, immobile. I genuinely had no idea what was happening. So I kept staring, sipping my pint slowly.

I was halfway through when I decided that it might be worth looking around the pub. Who knew? I could get lucky. If not on a Friday, then when? I rotated on my chair and got a full view of all of the activity in the place. It was truly disappointing. There were six people maximum. They each sat randomly around the pub. Two old ladies were eating a burger at the back, giggling as they made a mess of themselves. What a sight that was! The other four were old men, each alone at their own table, half eating, half watching the match. All were way too old to be even remotely interesting.

I rotated back forward without looking, hitting my pint with my elbow. It went sliding off the edge of the bar and right into the lap on a man I had not noticed. Whatever was left of my beer splashed across his jeans.

I got up in a hurry, horrified. I looked up at his face filled with worries. He was so cute, how had I not seen him. I am so sorry, I said. I am so so so sorry.

It's all right mate, quite all right. He had these dark profound green eyes. They were framed by beautiful round glasses. His hair were brown-reddish. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. My eyes were locked into his. As I approached him and he got up, I noticed I was significantly taller than him which made things much worse. He was so cute. Was I gonna get hard right after spilling my beer all over his lap? That would be embarrassing.

I'll be right back, I said. I dashed toward the dilapidated toilet box that was at the back of the pub. I grabbed a toilet paper roll and headed back. I bumped into him before I could make it out. He'd just made it to the toilets himself.

I think I will have to take my pants off, he said as he pointed at his beer-drenched crotch. I looked quickly, worried he might notice my wild satisfaction and intrigue. I would definitely have not minded looking just a little longer.

I looked up at his face. He had a huge smile on. I was hard and he had not failed to notice.

You could have just asked for my number you know, he said winking at me.

We were facing one another, suspended in time.

I'm sorry? I asked caught completely off guard.

You didn't have to empty your pint all over me if you wanted to fuck me.

That was a lot more direct that I had expected. The words did not fir his face. Or maybe they did all too well. I had lost the ability to reason by then.

It was an accident, I, so sorry, I repeated myself. I was not hard anymore. He was way too direct.

Let me get in there and try to dry myself as much as possible.

He got in the toilet, brushing against my hips as I left the small cabin. Once inside, he left the door half open. He removed his pants revealing a striped jockstrap that was one size too small. My jaw dropped. He had a beautiful ass, perfectly shaped. It was not too bulgy, and looked very muscly. I was hard again. What a roller coaster! I really hoped I would get lucky after all. He was perfect.

I knocked at the door. He turned around and I directly noticed how hard he himself was. It was protruding way out of the jockstrap .

I'm sorry, I said again. I could not help the shy tone. This was a new experience for me. I don't live too far. If you'd like I can lend you a pair of pants so you can get on with your evening.

He smiled. Sure, but I'm not sure they will fit me. He pointed at me, feet to head. I smiled awkwardly. My head was heating up, waiting for a yes. I had a hard surprise for him if he did. And he knew that. It was clearly visible after all. He was so hot.

He smiled and put his pants back on. They were still wet and I could almost see the jockstrap through them. He walked off. On the way out I paid for both his drink and mine. I apologised to the bar tender who was cleaning up my mess. I added another fiver for his troubles and apologised again. He was already out the door.

Once in the street, I took the lead. The hottie followed me in silence for the few hundred meters that spanned the distance