Alfred remembered the first time he saw him as clear as day.

He remembered walking into the strip club, his eyes looking around, finding his next boy toy for the night. Like a predator looking for its prey, he scanned each guy wondering which one he'd take home tonight. Either a stripper or a patron, one of them was going to be wrapped around his arm, and be his meal for the evening.

But his eyes had stopped moving noticing someone. It wasn't a dancer or a customer. No, it was the bartender. He was on the opposite side of the club where it was less noisy, and the music wasn't too loud. If you went over there to talk to someone, you wouldn't have to scream into their ear for them to hear you. It was a good spot to bring someone to flirt and chat; to get to know them if you were getting bored of being surrounded by so many people.

While Alfred swung both ways, he needed something new from his usual straight-strip joint. While ladies were delicious to look at, he wanted a change for the meantime. It had been awhile since he put his eyes on charming twinks in raunchy outfits or bears who have the aura that they'd step on your baby maker if you paid them enough money. It was a different scene, but fun as always.

He hadn't visited this club in a while. Before he moved, he lived on the opposite side of the city. There was already a joint there, so he stuck to that place. The boys were cute, the alcohol was cheap, and if you had enough money, the strippers would let you do anything you wanted to them. That's how most strip clubs in his city where- Everyone had their price.

Now that the place was close to his house, he decided that this would be his new hang out when he was in the mood for men. By the second he walked in, he saw boys of all different body types. Thin, chubby, thick, tall, short. All of them in shameless outfits that left little to the imagination, but were still was about to walk over to the side where the dancers were until a tall man behind the bar caught his gaze. A man that would be his fixation for the next weeks to come.

Alfred recollected how he walked over, as his body found it impossible not too. Perching down in front of him, he got a better look at him once he was near. He had to start off with his face: the man had a soft and gentle one. Even though he was a fully grown adult, his cheeks still had a bit of fat in them as if he never aged out of having a baby face. His nose was big, yet had a straight and smooth bridge. His hair a silver, grayish color; the bangs pushed to the side. His eyes were big, giving him an innocent appearance. The color of them was unique, a bright violet. Alfred wondered how he got his contacts to look so real. No one could have such pretty eyes like that.

His eyes trailed down his bare chest. Having it exposed, Alfred got to take in his form. His chest and stomach were flat and youngish looking. He didn't have abs or anything that looked too muscular. The man seemed soft, almost plump. If you squeezed his waist, it would feel pudgy. Smooth, soft, and squishy. Alfred's favorite type. His arms were the same, he was tall with wide shoulders, so his arms matched. They were just like his stomach and sides; they appeared just as squeezable.

It was when the man turned around to grab alcohol off the shelf, did you get to see his best features. The first thing that Alfred noticed was his thick, round ass. It looked smooth and curvy, a body part he wanted to touch and manhandle. It was big but fit his tall and broad frame. He was wearing tight black briefs, that were riding up his crack, showing more skin almost in a teasing manner when you just wanted to see what his bare ass looked like. But the black, thin fabric covered it, forcing you to imagine what it looked like in between those cheeks.

When Alfred's eyes trailed down from his ass, he saw an interesting were tattoos on his thick, smooth and enticing thighs which matched the rest of his body. The upper part of his thighs had matching sunflower prints. The sunflowers were in great detail, the colors vibrant, the shading realistic. The sunflower on his right thigh matched his left thigh perfectly. The sunflowers had no stem, but a slight green shadow that was drawn on carefully. Whoever did this artwork knew what they were doing, and put in the effort. The tattoos were cute and cheeky, as they were something you'd only see if the person was wearing something skimpy.

Alfred had seen that kind of tattoo on girls before, especially dancers. But there would be cute bows instead, usually pink or white. He found it adorable, and in the bartender's case, unique. He hadn't seen anyone do bright yellow sunflowers before. It was precious that after getting to look at his juicy behind, right under would be tasteful bodywork. The bright colors fit his skin tone.

When Alfred first saw him, he wished the bartender could freeze so he could eat up all of his details with his eyes. But he would have several chances over the next few weeks to look at him, time and time again. So many chances to watch him turn, bend over, smile and laugh. It would never be enough though. Alfred never felt satisfied with just looking at him. He needed more.

He could never get used to looking at the bartender in his outfit. The man had bunny ears, a collar that matched, cuffs, and a fuzzy ball attached to his black underwear. His black apron sadly covered his crotch, but at least his backside was exposed. He looked like the male version of a Playboy bunny waitress.

Alfred also couldn't forget the first time he heard his voice. After sitting down, the tall man looked over, offering a big grin. This grin would make some people shiver, but to Alfred, he just thought it was cute.

"Hello, sweetie, can I get you a drink?"

Those were his first words, he said it in a seductive tone. His voice sounded foreign as if he wasn't from here. The accent started to match his features and make sense. It made his words sound even more adorable since he did smile down at him with a raised brow. He looked at Alfred the same way the strippers looked at the clients; their expressions asking, 'What can I do for you, that no one else can do?'

Alfred didn't remember what drink he asked for. Probably something basic, like the light beer. He was there to get laid, not wasted and seeing the large figure, hovering over him made him want to stay sober. So he could talk and get to know the man. To know the mysterious bartender, who had a childlike laugh, who winked and blew kisses at customers. He wanted to know more, Alfred needed to know more past his persona.

Alfred needed to know his captivating bartender's name. A name that he could attach to every memory he'd have of him. And once he heard it, and the way he said it, he could never forget.

"My name? You can call me, Vanya."

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