Published: 26 Dec 2019
It was the Summer of the year 2000 and I was working part time for my landlord. During the school year I was a student at American International College (AIC) in Springfield. In the Fall I would be entering as a Junior, having completed my Freshman and Sophomore requirements. The average tuition for a year there, including room and books, was about 35 thousand a year. I had two scholarships and some funds left to me by my grandmother and I was able to pay my own way through each year at the college, if I pinched pennies and picked up a part time job at a local department store during the Holiday season.
A former boyfriend had a nice apartment in an old Victorian in the Forest Park area. It was one bedroom, a living room, kitchen and an old but serviceable bathroom all on the third floor of the house. He asked for only a few hundred a month, and except for the electric, everything else was included, all I had to do was keep the small front yard and the small back yard mowed and trimmed, and the front and back walks shoveled in the winter.
When he decided to move to Hartford for a new job he talked to me and asked if I would be interested in taking over the rest of his lease, about two more years. He said I would have to meet the landlord and he would have to agree to the sublet, but he thought it would all work out well and I would save a bundle on living expenses by taking over his apartment, almost seventeen thousand a year I figured. I of course thanked him and let him set up a meeting with Ray, the owner of the house who lived in the second floor apartment.
I thought it unusual that our meeting was to be at a bar, and odder still as it turned out to be one of the two big gay bars in downtown Springfield, but as soon as he was introduced to me I recognized him as the owner of the bar. We talked in his office for about an hour and Ray agreed for the sub lease to start as soon as James moved to Hartford in three weeks. Ray asked if working at the college’s library was providing enough income for me and I told him that I could always use a bit more and he offered to have me help out in the bar from time to time, either with helping him with inventory or bookkeeping, maybe even closing the after hours club in the lower level on the weekends for him if he was out of town.
James told me later that he had done the same chores for Ray a few times himself and that Ray always slipped him a hundred dollars the next day, or left it in an envelope slipped under the door to his apartment. Since that was about what I would need to pay the rent on my own it seemed like a pretty good deal if it only occurred once a month. I’d still be able to afford the rent that way.
While a student and also a part time employee of the college, I had full access to the school’s gym facilities and spent at least an hour or two a day there working out, at least three or four days a week. I wasn’t a frequent bar goer, not like some of the students at my school, but at least twice a month I would drop in and often on those Saturday nights I would stay for the non-alcoholic after hours party in the club’s basement, landlord Ray’s club. On some weekend nights he would call me and ask to close the after hours club for him, and on those occasions I would go downtown to the club to make sure the basement bar was closed properly and the booze and beer was secured at closing and the coffee pots brewing to have available to the patrons along with sodas and water to help wash down the sandwiches the staff had for sale.
The downstairs DJ would stay for a few hours more and dancing was available until four in the morning. The real purpose of the after hours club was to give the patrons a chance to sober up before driving away. It gave the doormen (off duty policemen) a chance to evaluate the drunks when they were admitted and when they left, but the club also benefited the staff of other bars in the neighborhood who wanted to mingle with the gay crowd away from their workplaces once they had closed for the night.
I was at that time a fit 21 year old, and I was told often that I was one sexy stud, on the dance floor, and in bed, on the rare occasions I did pick up an overnight trick. I tended to be attracted to other fit men and if they were a bit older than me it just didn’t matter, as long as they too were versatile in bed. Most often it was the way a male carried themselves, either on the dance floor, or just hanging around with friends at the counter at the bar or sitting at one of the many tables in the after hours club.
One night late in that particular summer I was again closing the after hours club for Ray and I noticed a group of five guys about my age enter. The doorman checked their IDs and allowed them entry and I was able to watch them come down the stairs to the club. To my eye it was two male couples and their single buddy. None of them appeared drunk, but they were certainly in a party mood. I showed them to a newly opened table by the dance floor and realized that they were British.
The two couples were quite tall, about 6 feet or more tall and quite lean, but looking quite fit and later I learned they were back up dancers for a British rock star appearing at the local Civic Center that weekend to sold out crowds. There was to be one more performance the next night, wrapping up their three night appearance. They certainly knew how to move out on the dance floor, leaving their “fifth wheel” at the table. I had been instantly drawn to him as I saw him coming down the stairs. The jeans he was wearing fit him like a glove and the mound behind the button fly jeans was just as enticing as the packed backside of those jeans as he walked to the table I had indicated was open for them.
His wavy reddish blond locks and smooth unblemished skin just tantalized me and when a slow number started to play I made my way their table and asked him to dance. He looked up at me as I stood there and I thought I was going to be rejected, but that sexy smile appeared as he looked me up and down, and he stood and took my right hand and said, “I don’t usually dance with men, mate, but if I did it would have to be with a real man, let’s show them how it’s done”. Once on the dance floor he let me hold him close and we did move a bit to the music, but mostly against each other and within a two foot square. His hands were running up and down my back, feeling the hard muscle there and he would sometimes put his hands on my butt and pull me closer so our crotches rubbed together, his head resting on my shoulder.
His companions had noticed us and there were a few comments made, but only amongst themselves and when the song ended my dancing partner thanked me and kissed my cheek. I was just about to reciprocate when one of the waiters came up and told me there was a problem up at the entry and I had to go and see what was going on up there. It was one of the regular bar patrons who was quite drunk and demanding to be let in. Unfortunately he was alone and the cop/doorman, was threatening to have him picked up by a patrol car and taken to the police station, so I called a friendly and safe cab driver and arranged for the drunk to be picked up and driven to his home not that far away. I tipped the cab driver to see the guy into his home safely and then returned to the downstairs club.
By now it was close to closing and I went to the various stations for the servers and the DJ and made sure all was in ready to close in a half hour and then went to the table the Brits had been using for the last two hours.
The five occupants of the table were in quite an animated discussion when I returned. The two couples were ready to walk the two blocks to their hotel but Harry didn’t seem to want the night to end. He grinned that captivating grin at me as I approached them and I told the group of five Brits that I had really enjoyed their company tonight and that if they were ever again in Springfield that I hoped they would drop in again. The five of them shook my hand, Harry going last and I got another of those impish, yet sexy grins from him as they moved toward the exit to go upstairs to leave with the crowd.
I spent about a half hour closing up and making sure the register was secured so Ray would be able to cash it out in the morning and I took one last tour through the club to make sure no one was left behind to get locked in for the night. I locked up and went to the top of the staircase to leave and to let the last doorman leave. He was glad to be off and he did wait until I had locked the outer doors and had set the alarm before he started walking me to my car in the parking lot alongside the building the club was in. This was an added benefit of having an off duty cop escorting me, because I had the deposit envelope with me from the regular bar upstairs and the cash from the register downstairs in the after hours club I had just closed up. Being a Saturday there should have been at least five or six thousand in there and Ray always has me escorted safely to my car after I had locked up. The envelope would be placed in a special drop box he had built into the wall next to his back door to his second floor apartment in the house we lived in.
I got in my car and started it up after locking the doors and then waved to the doorman as I drove around to the street in front of the bar. As I looked both ways to enter the not so busy street I noticed a figure standing by the front door of the bar and recognized that guy as Harry, the fifth Brit. I lowered the passenger side window and called out to him, asking if he was alright and he smiled that smile again and said that he had been waiting for me, he wasn’t ready for the night to end. I asked if he needed a ride to the hotel that he and his friends were staying at and he asked if he could come home with me, it was their last night in the States and right after the show ended the next day he and his friends were flying overnight back to England.
If it had been a stranger from around here I wouldn’t have done it, but I released the lock on the passenger side door and Harry took the front passenger side seat next to me and I re-locked the door and we drove through the nearly deserted city to the Forest Park neighborhood and to the house where I rented the third floor apartment from Ray. On the way Harry asked me my name and I told him that people called me Archie. My name was Arthur, but since early childhood I had been called Archie. He also asked if he could sleep with me, as he had never done anything with another male except in school when he and some friends had “wanked off” with each other. He said he had a craving to know what his gay friends experienced together. He thought he might be a bit Bi.
Once parked we walked to the rear entrance and began climbing the back staircase and I dropped the deposit envelope in the drop box for Ray to retrieve later in the morning and Harry waited until I had unlocked my back door and we were then in the kitchen of my apartment. Nothing very fancy at all, but I did have a kitchen table and chairs. Harry sat at the table and again I marveled at the body of the handsome young man. I felt like a lecherous old man with him sitting there, although I was only about three years older than him, but if he wanted a crash course in gay sex, then I felt I was qualified to teach him.
We started out with the basics, kissing. We had gone into the livingroom and I had placed a CD on the player. The slow dance music allowed us a chance to hold each other as we repeated our crotch grinding on the dance floor of the club, but this time our mouths were dancing a tango. I could tell that Harry was enjoying this as much as I was, the erections in our jeans rubbing against each other the whole time as we swayed in the middle of the room. The room only contained a couch and a TV on a low table, the desk with my schoolwork on it and a desk chair. The desk top now had my bills on it, the bill for the upcoming semester at the college, the electric bill, and others, like the phone bill, the lists of books I still had to purchase for the upcoming semester, and the bill I still owed on for the maintenance work done on my car the previous week, along with the dentist bill for a filling I had to have done last month but hadn’t paid yet either.
I showed Harry the bathroom on the way to the bedroom so he would know where to find it during the night and we had finally made our way to the bedroom where he let me undress him. I wasn’t the only active participant though, Harry was helping me out of my shirt and I marveled at the tufts of reddish blonde hair that were in his arm pits and across the top of his chest, and I admit that his reddish nipples received some attention from not only my fingers, but my mouth as well. Harry’s hands were exploring my muscular upper body during this and I was reaching for the top button of his jeans fly when I asked what he most wanted to experience tonight and he shyly responded that everything and anything was what he wanted. He got it.
His first climax from his hefty uncut cock was down my throat and we then proceeded to some anal activity where he begged for more after his first rim job and I was happy to accommodate him as I pounded that bubble butt to a mind blowing eruption for me, but I purposefully held off on bringing him off until I had him buried in my talented ass. He was just about out of it after that and we cuddled together and then slept. I was a bit worried when I woke about ten in the morning, but I could hear the shower running in the bathroom so I joined Harry in there and I was worried at first, not knowing how he would feel about the activities we had enjoyed before sleeping, but when he heard me in the bathroom pissing, he pulled open the shower curtain, and invited me in.
It was a nice way to start off the day, soaping up each other and “wanking” each other off under the spray, and after drying off and getting dressed I made him breakfast. Over our meal he had a lot of questions for me, mostly about school and a bit about my finances, without being too invasive or rude. He told me that he also attended a University in England and lived primarily with family at their home but nothing too specific. After we both cleaned up the kitchen, he even helped in the cleanup by washing the dishes.
After the cleanup was done he shyly asked if I would call him a cab so he could get back to the hotel downtown as he had a few things to take care of before he and his friends flew back to England late that afternoon. I told him that I wanted him to let me drive him there, I wanted to spend that extra half hour with him. He gave me that smile again and a big hug and told me he would love that, and that he would never forget meeting me and everything we had done together. We shared another soul searching kiss before we left the house for the drive back downtown where I saw him enter the lobby of the hotel before I drove off for home.
Two weeks later I received a letter in the mail. It was totally unexpected and the envelope had the British Embassy in Washington DC as the return address in the upper left corner of the envelope, the envelope addressed to Archie West and my correct address under that. Inside a blank page of a piece of letter sized Embassy stationery was a check made out to me, Arthur West, in the amount of ten thousand dollars!!!!! and in the message line was typed; For Services to Great Briton.
I was stunned. I tried to call the Embassy but no one could give me an explanation as to why the check had been issued, and one guy on the phone told me to not question it, just cash it and make the best use of it I could. That check was deposited that same afternoon and it helped me pay off all my monthly bills and even allowed me to pay for the first semester of my Junior year. I was finally ahead in my finances which would make it so much more easy to keep ahead of my bills through my senior year too as long as I spent the money wisely.
Please believe me, I’m really not dense. I wasn’t much of a TV watcher. I first of all couldn’t afford cable and so I would try to use the old antenna up on the roof to catch the news at night after my studies and what homework I had from my classes. On really clear days I could catch the two local channels on the TV and sometimes the channel from Hartford. I was finishing up a term paper for the end of the first term of my Junior year and there was a story about the younger prince in England who had been caught partying on a trip with some of his college friends and there in front of me on the blurry screen was Harry. All of a sudden everything clicked in my mind.
I had had sex, intimate gay sex with a prince of the Royal Family of England. I then realized the reason for the ten thousand dollar check. I couldn’t complain, that check had literally made it possible for me to continue on with my studies without having to take out a student loan, or to have to quit school for a year or two before saving up enough to pay my own way without ending up in debt for years after I did graduate and find a well paying job. I was very thankful for the brief time I had with Harry.
Over the ensuring years I did finally graduate with a major in Business Administration and a minor in Library Science and landed a very plumb job at a local college as the Administrative Assistant to the head of that campuses libraries of which there were seven on the big campus at that time.
That job led a few years later to other administrative jobs in several fields and before I knew it just about 20 years had passed, but the thoughts of that one overnight with Harry always stuck with me. I would see some of that intoxicating grin on his face when I saw news clips of him, usually about one of the charities he supported, or when he was filmed with small children at an event. Then came the announcement about his upcoming marriage and then the birth of their first child. And that was when I realized that Harry still thought about me at times also, the proclamation was read out a few days after the birth of his son, the boy was to be named Archie.
Art
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