Gay Bartender Sucks My Cock

He wasn’t cocky, but he knew he looked good, especially to guys who like the tallish-blond-blue-eyed look.
*****
I shouldn’t have moved.
Ace Hoffman sat in his new used truck and wished with every breath that he hadn’t moved from Atlanta three weeks ago.
This happened every time he’d changed cities in the past – Boulder to Baltimore, Baltimore to Atlanta, and now to Lawrence, Kansas. He missed everything he knew – his favorite bars, the great friends he’d left behind, knowing where all the roads go.
But remember everything you don’t miss. Don’t forget that you need to forget Cameron.
That made more sense before he put it into words.
So, yes, he was here for a reason. And, yes, it would get better – eventually. Once this ridiculous Kansas summer stopped melting him. Once he built up some clients for his business so he could sleep easier at night. Once he stopped turning over in bed expecting to bump into Cameron’s solid, warm body.
Cut it out, Ace. Move on.
Which is why he was sitting in his truck – a concession to his new zip code – outside a bar in Kansas City.
One of the realtors he’d finally gotten some work from had sniffed out his sexuality pretty quickly and recommended this place. Ace had been pushing his home staging business with any realtor he could find, and David had been willing to take a chance on a new guy.
“I always send the new ones to Sparks,” David had told him with a wink. “Trust me, your initiation to Kansas City won’t be complete without it.”
Ace got the sense that David wouldn’t have minded giving him an initiation personally, but Ace knew better than to fuck where he ate, so to speak.
He sighed and watched a couple of guys enter Sparks under the glow of a...