CLOSE CALL – A MUSICAL FLING

ENDED WITH A HURRIED ESCAPE

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Richard and me

By Kevin McLean

Unlike my friend Richard de Orizaba who can belch out a song at the drop of a hat and actually sound great…I have a tin ear. I couldn’t carry a tune in a wheelbarrow. Don’t get me wrong…I love music as much as the next guy…it is just that I think of the tune in my head and when I sing it or even whistling it just doesn’t come out the way I thought it should sound…there is a definite disconnect there between what I hear and what I will try to reproduce to come out.

Richard was in Miami for some convention and he told me that after the thing was over on Friday that he would be free and would like to see me. I am always happy to see Richard so I told him that this time it was my treat and that I would pick him up at the hotel. He was staying at the Intercontinental, right at the mouth of the Miami River in the downtown area. That was the hotel where some wine convention was taking place as well and his firm was participating.

So I picked him up and I drove north on Biscayne Blvd. to the Cactus; in those days they had just opened a very fancy and excellent restaurant. The food was out of this world and the service impeccable. It didn’t last long…I don’t think Miami has enough sophisticated patrons to sustain a world class restaurant but I thought it would be nice since Richard is so used to eating in the best places.

Dinner was incredible…magnificent in every way. I had the rack of lamb and Richard had a steak that he said melted in his mouth. Afterwards we went to the Cactus Lounge adjacent to the restaurant and it was packed. We headed to the piano bar where Richard could sing a couple of songs and I could delight myself and resign myself to the fact that I was musically challenged.

Richard got a hold of the microphone and when he sang that first song the whole place stood still…even those at the bar stopped talking and when he finished there was a very enthusiastic round of applause. The pianist; a very handsome dude named Marcos was left there with his mouth open in disbelief…of course he insisted in having Richard do a few more numbers.

Mind you, the two had never met and there was no practice or rehearsal of any kind but Richard came through, with that typical assertiveness that is Richard’s trade mark…it is also a kind of “stage presence” and Marcos was fascinated by Richard…only Richard was not attracted to him but I was. I could tell that Marcos was butch, not delicate and effeminate like some pianists at piano bars. He was macho and was wearing a tux…in those days that was the required attire for performers and I thought he was drop-dead gorgeous…I could conjure up in my mind images of him undressing out of the tux and what it would be like seeing him naked and then being made love to by such an attractive guy.

At last Marcos realized that I was cruising him and just turned to me and whispered: “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you, you are one hot dude, I would like to have a drink with you when I get off…in about 30 minutes…is that possible?”

I was sitting on the first stool right next to him and I bent over and said: “I’m with my friend here from out of town…I have to drive him back to his hotel”

Marcos: “Do you want to come over my place after you drop him off?” Of course I said yes, then he had a little break and wrote down his address and phone number and gave it to me. “I’ll wait for you at home”

Once he was finished playing he picked up the copious amounts of tips on his oversized brandy sniffer, which was made heftier by the fact that Richard sang and people came over and deposited even twenty dollar bills.

I took Richard back to the Intercontinental and I stopped on the way north on Biscayne to call Marcos. I told him I was on my way and he said he lived in this brick apartment building just on the northeast side of Biscayne Blvd…”an old building from the twenties…you can’t miss it”, he said.

I got there and he was still dressed up in his tux, opened the door and greeted me with a very passionate kiss. I had one request: I wanted to see him sit by the piano and take off his clothes while I watched. I don’t think he thought it was a weird request because he did it automatically.

Marcos had a nice body…not a muscular one or super built like a body builder but he was after all a musician and I am sure he was not fastidious about building his body. It was nice, with some chest hairs and then I looked down and he had a large, cut dick…close to eight inches.

Marcos quickly told me that he had a lover and we would have to hurry because he should be home in a couple of hours. He said that they were having problems and that hadn’t had sex in a couple of months. So, I took it to mean that this was going to be a quickie and that I should get the hell out of there once he shot his wad.

He did say that his lover was bipolar and that he tended to go on tantrums and rampages that were destructive…he would break things and even became physically abusive with Marcos. So that as jealous as he was, if he found us in bed he would kill us both. How exciting!

We embraced and kissed briefly…he was not a good kisser but he was sporting a very hefty erection…a cock about seven and a half inches and thick, cut and already oozing pre-cum.

I sucked him for a little while and then he got me up, kissed me again and turned me around to make me sit on it. It went in without problem but he insisted in not using any lube…It took a while for me to get used to it and for my ass cavity to accept it, producing that mucus like stuff that facilitated the fuck.

I rode it for a while and then he turned me around…he began to fuck me with all his might and before I even realized it I was having an involuntary orgasm.

Marcos: “Oh, my God, oh, shit, holly fuck, ah, ah, I’m cumming” and the orgasm was like an explosion of sperm deposited into my hole, very soothing and very abundant. I think that he wasn’t quite through with the last of the thrusts when we heard the front door opening.

Marcos withdrew his cock and physically pushed me out the window. His lover had arrived earlier than expected. He said: “hide there and go down the fire escape…I will throw down your clothes”. Then he closed the drapes and I was outside, hanging from the window, naked as the day I came into this world. The fire escape was a good five feet away and it was one of those leaps that only a crazy man would do…but I was scared shitless and made it anyhow.

I hid behind the garbage dumpsters hoping he would throw my stuff out the window soon. First came the shoes and then my pants. I was relieved because in the pants was my wallet and the car keys. The shirt never came…he had pushed everything under the bed and evidently he only had the time to fetch me what he did…while the lover went to the bathroom I suppose.

That was the only time that I have been in a situation where I feared for my life because of some jealous husband. It is a good lesson to learn actually because now I ask my prospective trick if they are in a committed relationship…I don’t want to be in that pickle ever again.