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Ian straightened his jacket, getting in his car. He wore a simple white T-shirt, black jeans, and a button-up shirt—unbuttoned, of course. He was going to Siren's again today. In the past few months, he had been keeping a secret, a secret he couldn't tell anyone about.
Ian had tried a lot since he had been single: regular dating apps, fucking guys, BDSM dating apps, and now this. Ian didn't even know what to call it. Hooking up with strangers? Kinky meetups? He didn't know.
For the past few months, though, Ian had been coming to a "bar" called Siren's a few miles away. Meeting up with strangers for various dark interactions. The place had a few options, regular hook-up rooms, some glory hole type options, and one room that was simply pitch black. He called that the blind room. Ian saved it for special occasions.
Ian wasn't worried about the bar finding out he went here, he showed his face here enough that maintaining anonymity was pointless. The bar was good about keeping people safe in that way, and if you're gonna be a bar in LA with certain options, that makes sense. Ian was confident in that at least.
Ian never really paid much attention to people's identities. If a guy's hot, a guy's hot. Sometimes girls were there too. Surprising even himself, Ian usually hooked up with guys there. He knew he liked girls for a long time, and there was nothing new to that. It was enjoyable, obviously, but Ian was learning to explore this new part of himself he had only just discovered.
Ian sat in the parking lot, shoving bus keys in his pocket and staring up at the big neon sign. It was glowing green, reflecting off of his car into his eyes. Ian locked the car heading into the bar for a beer. He didn't always do this, but Ian liked to loosen up at first sometimes. It had been a long week, and even though work was good, it could be stressful sometimes.
Ian sat down at the bar, nodding to a bartender he was familiar with. Ian looked around, seeing if anyone looked particularly interesting. Ian heard a beer slam down in front of him, getting his attention.
"Thanks, man." Ian held out his card for the bartender, "Open."
Ian took a sip, feeling the drink go down smoothly. If it weren't for what was going on in the back, Ian would probably still come here for the vibe and the good, cheap beer. Well, about as cheap as you can get for Los Angeles.
Ian glanced around, seeing someone decently cute at the pool table. He looked tall, taller than Ian, and he was definitely toned. Not super buff or anything, Ian didn't really go for that, but enough to feel the muscle.
Ian had been anxious initially about his physique. LA gay guys were ripped, and he was nowhere near close to that or skinny twink stereotypes.
But after a few encouraging encounters, Ian accepted that he could be sexy, submissive, and obedient and took more pride in his kills than his ability to conform to gay stereotypes. He guessed he would say he's an otter if he had to say something.
Ian wasn't too particular about who he went back with, sometimes strangers, sometimes hot people he met at the bar. There were definitely regulars, Ian thought, but there was enough variety that it didn't matter, and Ian saw new people coming every week. Maybe the word was getting out.
He had hooked up with Anna a few times, this blonde girl who leaned a little more to the dominant side, some guy who was big but not much in terms of chemistry, maybe because Ian had never met him, Oscar, Heather, one time, and a few mystery people. There was one guy in particular, a toned guy, Ian assumed. They had never fully done anything or been to the blind room, but Ian had sucked his dick a few times, and he was perfect.
Ian liked his dick more than he could fathom. Big, probably 7 or 8 inches, Ian thought. Ian noticed the way he breathed heavily and hummed to stifle his moans. He would jerk into Ian's mouth uncontrollably sometimes, and Ian hoped that meant he was doing a good job. The man always let Ian swallow, he never said anything, though, but maybe the mystery drew Ian in.
Really, the most mysterious thing about this man is that he kept requesting Ian. Not by name, but by his booth. It could be a coincidence, sure. But of the blowjob booths, Ian was always in 3, and the man always requested 3. Maybe it was perverted to recognize him by his dick, but Ian thought about him frequently.
Ian fixated on the mystery man, thinking about him tonight as he swirled his drink around in the bottle. Ian wasn't really ever one to approach people at a bar, which is why this anonymity worked so well for him.
He considered that after a few more beers, he might eventually flirt with the girl playing pool, but he didn't feel like getting that drunk tonight. Ian reverted to familiarity, falling into his old patterns yet again.
Ian closed out at the bar, tipping and signing before asking for a coaster. Discreet. He felt the paper coaster in his hand, admiring the contrast of the gold-trimmed number 3 against the black background. The Siren's logo adorned the back. As Ian walked through the back hall, he fidgeted with the coaster.
"Hey," the attendant nodded calmly at Ian, reaching for his coaster.
"Hi." Ian slid the coaster over the counter to the man, recognizing him from a previous night. He had dark waves, always neat, and sported an all-black uniform.
Ian smiled, wiping his palms of their sweat on the thighs of his pants.
The attendant checked his watch, eyeing it was 5 til the hour.
"I think some people will be coming in here pretty soon. Shouldn't have to wait too long."
"Yeah, thanks," Ian said, sliding his phone into a lockbox.
With a nod from the man, Ian walked back to booth 3, opening one half of the door and walking in. The room was divided into two sections, one deeper in. The first small section was almost a changing room, complete with a small white bench, a few hooks on the walls for coats or purses or belts, a cubby for shoes if you wanted. It was understood that you could undress to your comfort level.
There was a small black curtain dividing the changing room from the aptly-nicknamed glory hole room. Ian took off his shoes, shirt, and belt before walking through to the other room. Sometimes he did wait in the dressing room, but Ian liked to get into the mindset. As he drew back the curtain, Ian eyed the familiar scene.
There was a cushion on the floor, a trash can, sliding glory hole (really it was adjustable for height), and a basket in the corner filled with complimentary supplies. It held condoms, towels, lube, a bottle of water, breath mints, and a stopwatch. There was no clock here, and no phones allowed past the back booth, so it was a way to keep time.
Ian kneeled on the cushion, taking a minute to himself to imagine his mystery man walking in, imagine him in person. Ian wondered what he looked like, if he would be rough, if he would ever go to the blind room with Ian.
Ian heard the door creak open its familiar sound, closing with a thunk as someone walked in. His eyes opened again, watching until the other person seemed to go back into the room as well. Ian hoped it was a man; he didn't mind getting his dick sucked, of course, and Anna had fucked herself back onto his dick once in this room, but they mostly used the blind room now. And even so, it had been a month or two since he had seen Anna.
It was a man. Ian could smell him immediately— a warm vanilla sweetness mixed with a darker musk. Could it be? Ian watched as the man lined himself up, seeing the hole slide and his cock peak through it.
It was the mystery man. Ian whined at the thought. They didn't talk; he didn't need to. Ian knew him well by now. He quickly got to work, kneeling and spitting in his hand to lubricate it. Ian admired his dick like he was worshiping it, slowly stroking in an agonizing manner, focusing on the tip and peppering small kisses there.
"Hmmmmm." Ian heard from the other side.
This is what drove him—not the perfect cock, not the horny waiting, not his insatiable need to suck dick— the noises. Ian pressed his lips once again to the head, taking the man into his mouth. Ian gently began sucking.
"Mmmmm," the man seemed to sigh.
Encouraged, Ian took the man all the way into his mouth, letting the man's dick hit the back of his throat.
The man's breathing got heavier. And quicker. Ian picked up the pace, eager to please. He let his tongue travel over the man's cock, licking and slurping up as much of him as possible. Ian closed his eyes, feeling the comfort and safety of where he was. This was a stranger in theory, but Ian knew it was the mystery man.
Why should names and faces be so important?
Ian's thoughts blanked out as the man jerked his hips forward, sliding deeper into Ian's mouth. Ian didn't mind at all, naturally. He kept breathing through his nose, palming himself through his pants as he sucked this "stranger's" dick.
Ian felt the familiar salty and bitter taste in his mouth, swallowing the cum that accompanied a series of breathy moans. Ian was still rock hard. Sometimes he could cum from just this. But today he was worked up.
Ian knocked twice on the wall, sliding the hole a few inches to line up with his dick when he stood up. The other man must be taller than him. But only by a little.
"Okay," the other man said. His voice was faint, and Ian realized he had never really heard it before. And today he did. Ian didn't love asking for things. He just wanted to be told what to do mostly, but he needed this like a fire under his skin. So Ian unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and stroked himself a few times before putting it in the hole.
Ian immediately realized how close he had to be to the wall to do this, understanding why he could hear the mystery man's moans so well.
Ian felt a few hesitant licks up from the base to the tip, a moment passed, and then the man fully grabbed Ian's dick, jerking him off.
"Fuck," Ian muttered under his breath. He couldn't help it. Ian wasn't sure whether or not to filter himself from talking, let alone whether or not he was capable.
Whatever. Ian figured that, as recognizable as Smosh could be, no stranger would uncover his identity from a few breathy words.
Ian felt the movements get faster and felt a few tentative licks on the tip of his dick. Ian's hands closed into fists on the wall. He bit the edge of his knuckle, whining from the unexpected pleasure of the man swirling his tongue over Ian's dick.
"Mmmmmm," Ian was straining to get closer.
The man finally took Ian into his mouth. Own wondered what took him so long because holy shit did it feel good. Ian tried to focus, his ears ringing with the sound of his own panting.
Ian felt the man humming around the base of his dick, sending vibrations through his lower body.
With a high-pitched moan, Ian came. He leaned against the wall, hands balled into fists, and cheek pressed right up to the cool divider.
Ian was panting still as he felt the other man pulled off. Ian cleaned himself up quickly, getting dressed again quickly. As Ian went to unlock the door, he heard the curtain draw on the other side. He needed to hurry up if he didn't want to be seen.
Ian quickly opened the door, hearing the click of it shutting behind him. His face was still flushed red as he walked to the lockbox where his phone was. Ian unlocked it, putting his phone and keys back in his pockets.
"Hey, umm," Ian cleared his throat, "Will you do me a favor?" Ian slid a five into the tip jar. Gotta support the business you frequent.
"What's up, man?"
"I don't know if this is allowed. Can I keep the coaster?"
"Why?"
"Nothing weird, just like as a memento."
"Yeah, we just toss them anyway. You want the 3?"
Ian nodded. The attendant seemed to text someone on his phone.
"Alright, Ryan said he'll give you one at the bar."
"Have a good one."
He walked away, getting his me from the bartender and heading straight to his car. The dim parking lot light lit his way as Ian fidgeted with the coaster. This was weird probably, taking the coaster home. But Ian wanted something to remember this by.
Ian listened to the sound of his car starting, the engines quiet hum bringing him back to reality. Ian tossed the coaster into the passenger seat, starting some music as he drove home.
Ian felt a little more grounded than before, pulled away from the reality of work, and felt giddy about the experience. There wasn't any shame to the feeling anymore. At first, the secrecy of everything made Ian feel a little guilty, but there were plenty of people going here, and he was an adult. This was basically a dating app in real life, but everyone is on the same page. He had never had much luck with dating apps anyway.
Ian replayed the evening in his head, dreading the idea of waking up early for work tomorrow. At least it wasn't a shoot week.
Ian went about work as normal, perhaps with spring in his step. He went to a bunch of meetings—that was most of his day. At lunch he sat alone, until Erin and Mallory came over, but they were in their own conversation.
Ian went back to his office, clutching a disposable coffee cup from the office kitchen. He got out the coaster from his backpack, placing it under the hot drink. With the logo face down, it just looked like a black coaster with the number 3, and that was innocent. At least, Ian thought so.