ONE – GREEN EYED BEAR.
What can I tell you about Lee. Nothing? Everything? I don’t know!
I will tell you that when I first met him I disliked him intensely. Dislike turned to fascination, fascination to obsession and after that? Well, I'll get to that.
The first time that I saw Lee, he had a profound effect on my composure. Danny and I were at our favourite night spot, Pen Island in the East end. Pen Island is a rather nice club with a wonderful atmosphere and my friends and I discovered that it was the perfect place to meet for a bit of light-hearted fun. The owner Jim Oliver, has a wildly wicked sense of humour, hence the play on words when he named the club. Danny is my best friend and business partner. We had a romantic relationship a few years ago but found that we got on better as friends and partners so we called it quits and went into business together. We own and run an art gallery in the Village.
Me? I am twenty-nine, about five-ten with hazel eyes and light brown wavy hair which reaches my shoulder blades. I usually wear it tied back in a pony tail or under a bandanna but I occasionally like to let it hang loose. I have been told that I'm good looking but I tend not to believe everything that people tell me. I have a fairly well built physic, my legs being my best feature. Danny, who is the same age as me; has a slimmer build. He is about my height with a pale complexion but with very dark hair and brilliant violet eyes, a striking combination. With his startling good looks he could have been a movie star. He does do the odd modelling job to make a bit of extra money.
On this particular Friday night, we were in our usual four-seat booth along with Darren and Clive, a couple we had known for years.
Unlike many of the guys in the club, we had no intention of looking for the odd pick up. That was not our style. We just wanted to have an evening of fun and laughter. The bar was full of the regular Friday night crowd - the Queens, the Bears and everything else in between.
Our conversation revolved around the attributes of the men in the club, which was our normal Friday night routine. That's when I saw him. The crowd thinned a little and I saw a good looking guy sitting on a stool at the bar. I'd never seen him in Pen Island before so I found myself a little intrigued. I nudged Darren and asked him who the man was. Darren turned and had a good look at him and then he leaned towards us, a wary look in his eye.
"That guy is bad news. His name's Lee I think, but don't even try talking to him."
"Why not?" I asked.
"He doesn't like gays."
"Then what the hell is he doing in a gay club?" Danny asked, puzzled.
"That's the irony of it; he’s . . wait for it . . he's gay!" Darren replied.
I took another long look at Lee. He was about thirty, thirty-one and tall – at least three or four inches taller than me and incredibly good looking. In fact he was probably the most striking man I'd ever seen. His dark honey-blond hair was longish and brushed in a casual, wind-blown style. Piercing dark eyes glared out from under his arched brows, the colour difficult to determine as he concentrated his attention on the drink in front of him. His nose was straight and narrow and led one's eye down to fairly full lips which were curled into a contemptuous sneer. His jaw line was strong and his chin sported a deep dimple. He was wearing a sleeveless denim jerkin over a fashionably torn white T-shirt. His body was very well defined under the T-shirt, his nipples pushed at the fabric and dark blond chest hair showed in the cleverly placed rips. His tanned muscular arms, dusted with dark gold hair, rested on the bar, his strong hands wrapped around his beer can. His blue jeans showed off the generous bulge of his crotch and outlined his long, lean, muscular legs. A flash of tanned, hairy thigh showed through a strategic rip in the jeans. Black worn cowboy boots finished off his outfit. On the whole he was an incredibly stunning man. He exuded an air of carefully studied casualness and with his good looks he was a sure magnet for every guy in that bar, but for some odd reason no-one approached him.
