Jarre - Froth

Froth

By Mason Jarre'

"What a fucking birthday party," I thought to myself as staggered down the street as the snow floated down around me. Cold air chilled me to the bone. I was drunk, seriously drunk, but knew better than to attempt driving. Besides, my apartment was only a couple of blocks away.

"Shit! It's cold as fuck out here." I was literally shaking from the cold, teeth chattering, staggering down the snow covered street. I had to get out of this wind, this abominable weather, just for a few moments to warm up.

The light above the bar's entrance hissed like a bug zapper as I stepped down into the doorway to a bar below street level. The warm air from the bar embraced me as I entered the club. The room itself was very dark, but I didn't care. I wanted to get warm, possibly sober up a little, and then head on home.

I didn't bother taking my coat off. I was so cold and my pale white hands were shivering. The bar itself was long with mahogany panels, green globes with brass fixtures, very stylish I thought to myself as I approached it. The bartender smiled a big toothy grin as I sat down. His thick 70's mustache was slightly blacker then his skin.

"What will you have?" he asked, his dark eyes flashing.

"Coffee, if you have it?"

"Sorry, closest thing I have is some Bailey's."

"I guess I'll have that."

As he left to pour me a drink, I reached for my wallet.

"You're new here, aren't you?" came a voice to my right. I turned to look at the patron beside me.

"Yeah, I just stepped in to get out of the cold for a few minutes."

"Cool, man, very cool."

My hands still shook from the cold as I pulled my wallet from my jeans.

"Cold is more like it. I'm freezing." The bartender pushed the drink in front of me, it had a whip cream head on it, and I threw him a couple of bucks.

"I'm Jamal, by the way."

"Rory. Rory Ragland," I stuck a hand out to shake his. His soft ebony skin felt like silk to the touch, and warm,

".Nice to meet you Jamal."

".Nice to meet you, Rory." There was something strange about his handshake-he had a very firm, powerful handshake. I turned my attention back to the bartender.

"Excuse me, sir."

The bartender smiled again as I spoke.

".May I get a drink for my friend here?."

"Sure thang."

"Umm. Sir, may I have your name?"

"Charlie."

".Nice to meet you Charlie, and thank you!"

"You're welcome."

I took a sip of my drink, accidentally getting some of the cream, some of the froth on my upper lip. Jamal and I began to converse:

"So, what brings you out on a night like this."

"Just left my birthday party, it was a bust."

".Sad to hear it man."

"Yeah, well, another year older, another year wiser."

".Well, happy birthday, anyway."

"Thanks, thirty-one years old today: Happy fucking birthday to me."

The liquor began to warm me from the inside. Jamal slapped my back, rubbed it a little and then took a sip of his drink. I drank down some more, letting it chase the cold away. I then attempted to stand and remove my coat. The room spun a little. I steadied myself on the barstool.

"Looks like you've had a few already, dude," said Jamal.

"Yeah, well."

"Here, let me take that for you," said Charlie reaching for my coat.

"Thanks," I responded as I handed him my coat.

"Steady there tiger," said Jamal as he helped me back onto the stool.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. Just now starting to feel warm."

"So what brings you out tonight, Jamal?"

"Didn't want to stay home alone, thought I'd come out, see if I could get a little action."

"Good luck there."

Suddenly there was a light slap on my back.

"Hey, there, how's it going, dawg?" I turned to look at the guy on my left, thinking it might be somebody I knew but I couldn't place him. I took another swig of my drink-damn it tasted good.

"Fine, thank you, and yourself?"

"It's all good bro. Hey Jamal, how's it hangin'?

"Hey, Ramone, brother, what's up?"

"Just chillin', killin' time," answered Jamal as the two greeted each other with slaps on their backs.

"Hey, Charlie, get us another round, put it on my tab-and for my homeboy, Rory here, get him some good stuff." Jamal turned his attention back to Ramone and me.

"Ramone, this here's Rory, Rory, this is Ramone, my brother from another mother."

"Nice to meet you Ramone," I said putting out my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Rory."

Charlie came with our drinks.

"Excuse me, sir. I mean Charlie, can I smoke in here?"

"Sure thang, go ahead and light up."

"Thanks, Jamal, for the drink," I said as I glanced over at Jamal as I lit up a cigarette. Ramone was standing next to him with his arm around him. I began to get a little suspicious and started in on the fresh drink. I glanced to the back of the bar and saw some shadows moving around the pool table. That is also when I noticed I still had some cream on my lips as I pulled the glass away. I wasn't sure what Jamal had bought me, but it did taste good. Jamal lit my cigarette for me.

"So, what's your story man?" asked Ramone. Jamal answered for me while I drank.

"It's his birthday; he's trying to make his way home."

"Cool, dawg, happy birthday."

As Ramone reached over and hugged me, I could feel something hard rubbing up against my leg.

"Thanks," I said as he moved away from me. I noticed that my speech was getting to be a little bit slurred. I looked around the bar, some of the guys had on leathers as if it was a biker bar.

"You feelin' okay there bud?" asked Jamal as he put a hand on my leg as I puffed on the cigarette.

"Yeah, I'm good."

His hand shifted slightly to my crotch, and my cock, having a mind of its own, jumped to life a little.

"Yeah, I'm really good, sir."

The booze was starting to hit me.

"Is it me, or is it getting warm in here?" I said, taking off my sports coat, "Charlie could you take care of this for me."

Charlie had appeared out of nowhere again with more drinks.

"Yeah man." Charlie took my coat.

"So, what happens here? Pool? Darts?" I noticed about ten guys in the back playing pool.

"Pool, cards, whatever the boys are in the mood for," answered Jamal.

"Cool. Cool." I was starting to feel a little nervous as I glanced around the room, seeing that it was full of men. I snuffed out my cigarette.

"Yeah, lots of guys like to come down here, get away from it all for a little while," said Ramone.

"Excuse me, but where's the head; need to take a leak."

"It's in the back, over there," Ramone was quick to answer. I nearly fell off the barstool as I stood up.

"Here, I'll go with you. I need to take a piss too." I gratefully looked into Jamal's eyes. He helped steady me as we walked to the bathroom. After propping me up in front of a urinal, he took the one next to mine. I got my cock out and attempted to take a wiz.

Not sure why I did it, but I glanced over at Jamal's cock. It looked long, thick, and partially hard. I quickly averted my eyes. When I glanced over at Jamal's face his eyes danced and a big smile creased his face. I staggered back from the urinal and zipped up. My cock had started to get hard from the experience. I attempted to tuck it back in, but it was difficult. As I washed my hands in the sink, I caught Jamal's image as he was walking up behind me. He brushed against me lightly as he went to wash his hands. I glanced again. His cock seemed stiff in his pants, and ran halfway down his leg.

On our way back to the bar, I could feel his dick brushing against me as we walked. My own cock started to creep down my leg. Before sitting down, I took off my sweater and tie, Ramone helped. Jamal assisted me getting back on the bar stool. His own seat seemed closer now. Fresh drinks were set before us and I thought I saw a wink pass between Jamal and Charlie.