Fell for It - Sex Stories

Fell for It

... No beds."

Vince laughed, somewhat nervously. This was the first strong signal Nelson was giving back to him. He went with it.

"We could do dinner here at a seafood house to celebrate. Then we could go back to Savannah and take in the show at Club One. You know about Club One?"

"A gay nightclub? Drag Shows? Yes, I've heard of that. I was hoping to check it out. Then maybe back to where I'm staying, the Foley House Inn?"

"Yes, of course, if you'd like."

"I'd like."

* * * *

They drove down the island in Vince's rented Porsche to Tybrissa Street and Bernie's Oyster House restaurant.

"You've been here before?" Vince asked.

"Yes, several times," Chaz answered, looking around, dredging up the memories.

"Has it changed?"

Chaz laughed. "It hasn't been that long ago."

"Can you talk about it?"

After they'd ordered, Chaz did talk about it--about how he had worshipped Marty Fowler, who was teaching him to be an excellent tennis player and who had taken him under his wing after an uncle and aunt were more than willing to get him off their hands. He was just beginning to be a burden for them in his moodiness and lack of response to their trying to fit him into the heterosexual world. His parents had died years earlier in an auto accident.

"Is it true, though, what has been charged about his relationships with his male tennis students?" Vince asked.

"Yes, it's true," Chaz answered. He said he was already leaning gay when Marty took him under ...

... his wing and to a Orlanda, Florida, tennis academy Marty was affiliated with. The coach owned this house on Tybee Island, where he liked to go to "get away." For a couple of years, he brought Chaz with him.

"I doubt I have to spell it out for you," he said to Vince as their meal arrived. And then he added, "I won't say the memories of that were bad. It opened a whole new world for me."

"No, I guess the memories weren't bad if you're buying the house."

"Thanks for understanding. Here's our food. Looks delicious, as always. Shall we tuck in?"

They did concentrate on the meal and kept their conversation focused on the food while they ate.

After they'd finished, Vince said. "I wonder..." but was finding it hard to continue.

"You're wondering where we go from here?" Chaz asked.

"Yes, sort of. I wonder if we can drop the Realtor and client relationship for the evening and maybe do some clubbing in Savannah. I'd mentioned Club One and you seemed interested."

"You mean go on a date?"

"Yes, I guess that's what I mean."

"Sounds good to me--on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That maybe we drop the Realtor and client relationship for longer--have it extend over the night."

Vince smiled.

They caught the early show at the drag queen Club One near the river and then went on to the Club 51 Degrees gay nightclub for dancing and drinking.

They wound up, a bit tipsy, electrified, and holding each other up in Chaz's Foley House Inn room on West Hull ...